Now this little verse is to keep me on track, while I shows you and tells ’bout the things in this sack.
Alphabetic it is, of that I am sure, but please don’t be mean, if you think it’s manure.
So sit back, relax — while a story I weave, and hear my short poem, based on A’s, B’s and C’s.
A — Armadillo. I’ve got one of those. and B is for Beaver, with webbed little toes.
C is for Critter my friends want to see, and it’s also for Coon, so I brought one with me.
Now D is for Dead. He got hit by a truck. And E is for Especially — his especially bad luck.
Now H is for Humor, and “I” well, that’s ME! And I hope this is funny, ‘cuz I’m tryin’ to be!
But J it’s no Joke to this poor old dead coon, who stepped in the road just a moment too soon!
In the path of a semi truck crestin’ a hill, make no mistake, friends. His chances were NILL.
Now K is for Kristin, she started all this, with her hillbilly drawl, like she’s up from ol’ Miss.
But for L, M, and N — I just don’t have no rhymes, but then that’s OK, ‘cuz I’m runnin’ out of time!
Oregon. Portland. That’s where we are, but back to my coon, who got hit by a tire.
Q — he died Quickly. I’m certain of that, ‘cuz I found broken ribs — R — right under his lats.
For S and for T, this was Serious Trauma, which I diagnosed . . . from back issues of JAMA.
Now U might just think that I’m”V” — Very Strange ,to pick up this roadkill, and risk gettin’ MANGE.
Yes, Weird, Warped, and Wacky — those “W” words, those are all comments I’ve oft before heard.
But exceptional teachin’ of science, I think, requires some things Yucky, and others that stink!
Now “Z” — that’s the very last letter of all, so if you find a dead Zebra, please . . .Give me a call!!
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