The screech fowl is a quiet sheep
That swims from dune to dune
Though terrified of turnip-bites
To egg-sting it’s immune
It whistles like a platypus
A stirring, silent air
It digs its hive in rhubarb wells
And feeds on fresh-mown bear
Though once extinct it lives again
That’s really hard to do
And if you think it sounds absurd
It thinks the same of you!
From “A Pun – My Word!”