The Birdie and the Crocodile

The birdie and the crocodile, My muse threw out and up. But what if the birdie was a cardinal? And could the crocodile be a pup? The birdie and the toothbrush, My muse said with no teeth. I smiled at the feeling that She was irritated beyond belief. The birdie and the crocodile, My muse Trixie insisted again. This time she was stern with me, So of course, I let her win. Besides Trixie is a formidable friend And I do not ever want her to be a foe. She is inside my head hourly, And she will never let me go. The birdie and the malamute I say, just to see who will win. As you can see by the title of this It is best to just let Trixie win.