Happenstance

Happenstance A puppet once was not amused Was tired of being tugged and used He wanted no more of it all And every time he chose to fall Whenever he would feel a jerk That ordered him to jump or twerk He just lay down and he would sniff He did not move, he was just stiff No longer did he want to shake ’cause all this wiggling was just fake A happy puppet he was not That’s what his master had forgot And since he did not seem to care The puppet gave him a good scare The master therefore stooped to see How all of this had come to be With gentle touch and gentle stroke He kindly to his puppet spoke To him it was by happenstance That his puppet carried on his dance Wendy Nipas