THE ART CRITICISM OF BIRDS

Villagers made my likeness, a statue, and they set it outside,

That was a such fantastic honor, a stimulus for my pride,

The birds came forward day one,

Left their white drippings, a ton,

That started my enemies laughing; in the next village I hide.

A WITCH TURNED ME

A witch turned me into a turtle, not nice,

I did nothing to him, except the crab lice,

But I'm not to blame,

For his scratches of shame,

I got them from my friends, the mice.