A Single Scone

Once, upon a table,

There sat a single scone,

I stared at it all day,

And wished it were my own.


I gazed around and thought,

"Look at it sitting there,

I think I'm going to eat it",

But along came a hare.


We both looked at the scone,

We both took a dive,

We both hit our heads,

But we both came out alive.


Then, along came,

A tiny dibbun otter,

He grabbed the scone, he ate it,

And took a drink of water.


I often tell the tale,

Of that little pickle,

And everybeast that's list'ning,

Always gets a tickle!