Lockhart was in St Mungo's, still working on regaining his memory.
"Look! I wrote a SONG! IT RYHMES!" he tugged the sleeve of a healer.
"That's wonderful! You can write again? Sing it to me," said the healer.
Lockhart cleared his throat, "HEM, HEM," and began to sing:
"BORK said the chicken,
CORK said the bottle,
DORK said the whale,
FORK said the spoon,
PORK said the pig,
SPORK said the dandelion,
AND THEY DANCED MERRILY,
TILL THE END OF THEIR DAYS,
AND THERE WAS MUCH REJOICING."
The healer sighed and kicked Lockhart in the shin.
THE END
"Look! I wrote a SONG! IT RYHMES!" he tugged the sleeve of a healer.
"That's wonderful! You can write again? Sing it to me," said the healer.
Lockhart cleared his throat, "HEM, HEM," and began to sing:
"BORK said the chicken,
CORK said the bottle,
DORK said the whale,
FORK said the spoon,
PORK said the pig,
SPORK said the dandelion,
AND THEY DANCED MERRILY,
TILL THE END OF THEIR DAYS,
AND THERE WAS MUCH REJOICING."
The healer sighed and kicked Lockhart in the shin.
THE END
