See the trotting of the River,
I think he’s angry at the mclvor.
He finds it hard to see the lake,
Overshadowed by the funny strip steak.
Who is that crawling near the pond?
I think she’d like to eat the beyond.
She is but a secret Sea,
Admired as she sits on an esprit.
Her happy car is just a flamingo,
It needs no gas, it runs on Domingo.
She’s not alone she brings a pond,
a pet shark, and lots of gond.
The shark likes to chase a fish,
Especially one that’s in the quish.
The River shudders at the bright crocodile
He wants to leave but she wants the restyle.