Farmer Fred's Poopy Pie
Farmer Fred lives down the road,
And one day as I was ambling by.
I heard him singing about a toad,
And how it had pooped in his cherry pie.
Now this serenade seemed odd to I.
So, shouting out to Fred I said,
“Where is this toad, who dumped a load, in your cherry pie?”
Fred retorted with this cryptic reply. “The toad is dead!”
The toad it seems had hopped away down the pathway.
When an old red tail hawk swept down from a pine.
Clutched him in his talons strong, then flew on up and away.
Landing on a maple limb, that hawk proceeded to dine.
Now these are the facts of the case or the crime.
Fred recounted the tale over a piece of key lime.
Copyright © Kenneth Cheney | Year Posted 2021
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