Reach for the Stars
Down in the veggie garden
Said a plant, “I beg your pardon,
I’ve a dream and you are not supposed to mock it
How I’d love to claim my place
She Only Wallows in Mud at the Spa
Harriet the hippopotamus
Sailed off on a shippopotamus
Going on a trippopotamus
Bought it cheap – a snippopotamus
Do His Tonsils Weigh a Ton? – Darn It! He Did Get a Sore Throat
The giraffe is in hospital, sick as can be
His feet in ward four and his body, ward three
His neck’s in the annexe (which doesn’t excite us)
The vet says his ailment’s acute laryngitis
Eye Chart? What Eye Chart?
Little Red Riding Hood saw an optician
In response to the woodcutter’s fervent petition
The resemblance is not what you’d label ‘uncanny’
But she can’t tell a great hairy wolf from her granny
I Could have Called Him Acne
Mel asked me, “Why’s your dog’s name Spot?
It should be Tar or Pitch instead!”
I answered, “I hear that a lot –
You see … he has a big black head.”