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!
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!
