A nonsensical poem about a conversation between the tortoise and the hare, from Aesop's Fables

Said the tortoise to the hare

'Have you found your somewhere?

Found your devil on a dare?

Along the stream or at the fair?'

Said the hare to the tortoise

'Do you wish yourself a walrus?

Drinking oysters, getting raucous

Join a group of friendly porpoise?'

'Did you hit your head?'

On a brass knobbled bed?

Was it cast on iron lead?'

The tortoise replied instead.

'Nothing doing' the hare confessed

'Been put on the list for bunnies best dressed

The judge is a right royal pest

I'm nipping off home for some well-earned rest.'