Going To Market

Oh, we need honey? And milk? And cheese? Well, I will get them If you please. I am now leaving. My friend Is now talking. I take a detour As we are out walking. Soon, we are lost In the jungle And squelching Through the wet bog. I think I hear belching. We are face to face With a creature. A snake! I wish for my home And berry shortcake. We are now running For our dear lives. I think what I see Is a tree of beehives. Our fate is uncertain As we run toward the tree. My friend can keep going. But I fall. Oh, my knee! Just as I think It is time to give up A chap comes along With a cute little pup. "Howdy-do," says the chap. I look up. What a guy! "You see," I then say. "I am just about fried." I get in his wagon. I am embarrassed to say That I kind of like this dude. But just then I heard a sound: A cow mooed. I jump off the wagon And run toward the barn With doors made of silk. Then I steal from the cow A bucket of milk. I go to the back And it stinks But there's cheese! I take all I want If you please. Then I look in my pocket And there is no money But lo and behold! A sweet comb of honey! I run away home Just as fast as I can. "I just went to market," I tell my mom Fran. She looks at the bounty. She looks kind of suspicious. She tastes all my treasure. She thinks it's delicious!