My pie safe was filled up with pies,
And, the pies were covered with flies,
Although my deserts looked like doom,
Guests filled my dining room,
So, for desert I substituted French fries.
There were three little mice all named Percy, They attacked a nutty cheese ball without mercy, When the cheese ball made them sick, Then, they realized real quick, That they'd need someone to drive them in a hearsey.
A giant pickle laid on the ground, Worms hollowed it out but, the walls were still sound, Then, three little pigs, Made the pickle their digs, With rent being two pence and one pound.
There was a bulldog named Todd, He drove a bright green hot rod, Todd drove it too fast, Left the road when he passed, Now Todd has a broken up bod. Todd the bulldog liked his candy, He would keep his candy handy, He buried it deep, Where it would keep, But, it was gritty and sandy.
I went fishing out on a Lake Michigan Reef,
All I caught was a side of roast beef,
I then caught a fresh ham,
And, a large can of Spam,
The fish that day suffered no grief.
At night I like to eat pork,
With wine that comes with a cork,
Then I'll eat a plate of fried chicken,
As online buys I am clickin',
My mouse gets greasy, since I don't use a fork.
The seven termites from hell,
Ate away on my wood wishing well,
Then, when the weather got hotter,
The well wouldn't hold any water,
The well just withered to sawdust and fell,
The seven termites from hell,
Ate on my home, until there, we couldn't dwell,
The walls caved in on dad,
Which made my mom sad,
Unfortunately, it was too late to sell.
My pogo stick got stuck in the snow,
Then, over I went when the cold wind did blow,
The snowbank was cold,
And, I'm getting real old,
So, I called for a wrecker and tow.
Mr. Tim the woodchuck ate fruit and salad,
Then, he'd belly-up to the piano and write a ballad,
His musical abilities were self-taught,
All his tunes were quickly bought,
Showing his talents were not a hoax but were valid.
Jenny bought a used snowmobile from Dix,
But, he did not tell all the things to fix,
It had spent last winter underwater,
As a second home for Mr. Otter,
Of course, lake bottoms and snowmobiles don’t mix.