CROAK GOES THE WEASEL

I wish up in Canada, they'd stop the smoking,

So that people in Michigan, could stop choking,

It just ain't at all fair,

There's smoke clouds everywhere,

I saw a weasel gasp for air, I think he was croaking

HUNTING LEACHES FROM A PERCH

The leach knew he was in a lurch,

When the raven flew down from his perch,

But, a breeze full of smog,

Filled the bird's view with fog,

Then, the raven failed in his search.