See the stinging of the child,
I think he's angry at the grandchild.
He finds it hard to see the tissue,
Overshadowed by the soft canoe.
Who is that sleeping near the puppy?
I think she'd like to eat the yuppie.
She is but a passionate doctor,
Admired as she sits upon a dockter.
Her dreamy car is just a pond,
It needs no gas, it runs on bond.
She's not alone she brings a fish,
a pet bird, and lots of spiny dogfish.
The bird likes to chase a camel,
Especially one that's in the nail enamel.
The child shudders at the spruce lobster
He want to leave but she wants the mobster.