POOR BILLY HAD NO HELIUM (THE SCARCITY POEM)

Billy loved his helium, and put it in his private, balloon toy,

Billy loved his helium gas so much, we called him, Helium Boy,

Dear Helium Boy, did pass,

The day they ran out of helium gas,

Billy's balloon lies limp on Billy's bed, chewed on by a cat, named Roy.

SQUIRREL CHEESE

There is no longer any cheese, for cat and I to eat,

They butchered all of the cattle, for something called, stake meat,

Can I make cheese from a squirrel?

I asked the local, town earl,

He said it would work, and there'd be a nutty flavor treat.