There once was a rabbit named Clare
Who'd shake her tart tail anywhere.
A Wolfman named William
was droolin' with willingness
fangs brushed, eyes sparklin', no cares.
He'd practiced his opening line.
On foxes and fawns, it worked fine!
So full of his hairiness
he approached Clare. Can you guess?
She asked “Can you keep time?”
“Hunh?” Sir Wolfman thought, “can she
really have thoughts that are loftier than ME?”
But something about her
made William's heart splatter.
Now Clare and William are happy.
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