A Winter's Gale

I'll tell a tale of a strong winter's gale

That simply blew over my tree

Yes, I know, I got covered in snow,

But that's not the point, you see.

I was walking out, on a round-a-bout

When I saw what you very rarely see

It was a water-rat with a moleskin for a hat

I saw it and became quite sickly.

He brandished his sword and called out a horde

And the vermin surrounded me

With bitten-off ears and holding spears,

I got a wee bit frightened, you see.

I went to my tree as quickly as can be

And that evil horde followed me

I flew up the trunk and dove into my bunk

And the vermin came up that tree!

And quite abrupt, when they were half way up,

A cold storm started to blow

They fell down all the way to the ground

And the rain turned into snow.

Filled with fright, I went out for a sight,

And that sight nearly killed me

For the rats were being scared by bats

And the laughter almost killed me!