A simple little fable
Or maybe not a fable
Or maybe not so simple
We'd like for you to hear
We know it from our childhood
Or maybe not from childhood
We might not even know it
So don't be too severe.
Tell us!
We think there was a crow once
Unless it was a doggy
It could have been a moo-cow
Whom fortune one day found
A package from the mailman -
A half-pound hunk of Swiss cheese!
Or was it even bigger?
Perhaps it was a pound.
The crow flew up a pine tree
Unless perhaps she didn't
Perhaps she took a running start
And climbed a big old palm
To have herself some breakfast
Or was it lunch, or dinner?
Perhaps it was a midnight snack
In short, some sort of nom.
Then what happened?
Just then, a fox ran by her
Or tried but didn't make it
Was it an ostrich full of gloom?
Unless it wasn't gloom…
Perhaps it was a janitor
Who went to breathe some country air
And also look for hazel twigs
To make a nice new broom?
"My dear crow, I dare say -
Unless you are a doggy -
But even for a moo-cow,
You are a work of art!
You have such lovely feathers
A massive rack (of antlers)
Such slim and slender tootsies
And such a giving heart!
But caw us a cantata
Or bark for us a ballad
Or simply moo melodiously -
It's what a cow would do
And then a great big saddle
A carpet and a TV
You'd surely be awarded
Without too much ado!
The crow was flattered silly
Unless it was a doggy
It could have been...
A HIPPO!!
And she began to sing
Cock a doodle doo!
Which meant her beak was open
Unless it was her dog-snout
Or else her bovine muzzle
In short, the cheese was dropped
Right on the fox's noggin
Why you throwing stuff?!
Unless it was the ostrich's
Or no, it was the janitor
Who on the head got bopped!
The moral of this fable
Unless it's not a fable
Not just a clever adult
A toddler could decode:
No loitering, no frolicking,
No singing and no dancing
In a construction area
With a suspended load!
That's all!