Oct 31

Ollie Likes the Gravy

Sung in a rich, throaty baritone.

Ollie likes the gravy,
La la la la la!
Ollie likes the gravy,
He puts it on his paw!

Ollie likes the gravy,
He drinks it with a straw!
Ollie likes the gravy,
He licks it from his jaw!

Ollie likes the gravy,
On frozen chunks he’ll gnaw!
Ollie likes the gravy,
Sits on them till they thaw!

Ollie likes the gravy,
O the pictures he will draw!
Ollie likes the gravy,
Of it he is in awe!

Ollie likes the gravy,
Likes it in his maw!
Ollie likes the gravy,
For it he breaks the law!

Ollie likes the gravy,
Without it he’ll withdraw!
Ollie likes the gravy,
It’s his tragic flaw!

Oct 31

A Weasel with Tusks

If I were an enormous weasel with tusks,
I’d sit in a puddle and snort in the dusk.
The dusk would be lovely for snorting in puddles;
Large tusk-ed weasels are easily befuddled.