I'll tell you a story of mine
about a darling little feline.
His tail was so black
til he gave it a whak
and now it is red and devine.
I'll tell you a tale of three jokers
who also happened to be smokers.
They laughed at a joke
and they started to choke
so now everyone just calls them croakers.
I'll sing you a song of a palace
where, within, was a prince full of malice.
He wanted to be king
so he set up a sling
but I won't go into that sadness...
Come and learn of a man named Keith
who decided to make a fine Christmas wreath.
He gathered the green
but the thorns were unseen
and now there's a red puddle beneath.
Jonny sat beneath a tree.
He laughed and played so happily
until the men came, one two three,
and so he said to me...
"These men have stolen my tree!"
Well I looked at him confusedly
and said, "How can they steal a tree?
It is so large and very heavy..."
and he sighed and said "Could be...
But nonetheless, they've stolen my tree,
and until you come along with me
they will never give it back, you see."
So I got up and walked with glee,
curious about this stolen tree,
and when we reached it, I yelped "I see!"
for there was no longer a tree.
They looked at us, more so at me,
and said. "You've brought her." with much glee,
so I turned round and ran to flee,
for those men were disturbing me.
Now Jonny came the next day to me
and said, "Why did you have to flee?
Now I will never get my tree..."
He cried and wailed for hours three.
I looked to him, quite curtly,
and said, "Your tree has ceaced to be."
Now Jonny plays by boulders three,
for he knows just as well as me
that no boulders, one, two, three,
will disappear so easily.
