Mickey the mumbling midget

was ten years old today

Mickey the mumbling midget

somehow ran away

Mickey the mumbling midget

was not in his cage

Mickey the mumbling midget

soon would need a shave

Lassie looked at something shapeless lying on the lawn

Scratchy at some scabby sores and stretching as it

yawned

It seemed to be uneasy as it looked up at the moon

She sensed the tension in the air and smelled a sweet

baboon.

Pungent was the warm aroma drifting in the air

She hoped he would smell her heat and lick her

silken hair.

Run Mickey run

Run Lassie