The doorbell rang.
My pet rooster
George Washington Crower
objected loudly.
Who's that knocking at my door
who's that knocking at my door
who's that knocking at my door
cried the ... well, me at any rate.
There, standing on tippy toes
trying to get a grip
to climb in through the transom
was some dude.
I said hey there aardvark face,
monkey fingers
jumpin' Jack trash Houdini,
what gives?
He say, I am here on behalf
of the half serious jolly jokers club
and we are having
a half off sale.
With that he tore off one shoe,
a trouser leg,
and one sleeve,
then bowed to the ring camera.
Straightening, he recited,
Who is Sylivia, what is she
that all our swains commend her?
I said that's cute, she is me, and all your swains can't mend her.
I am an antique,
an ancient wreck
a Hesperus on the rocks of bad poetry
but he climbed through the milk chute
quite dashing in his half-suit.
and won my favor with his drollery.
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for Word Garden Word List--Enter the Aardvark.
Music: Lazy Larry Barnacle Bill the Sailor