I Got You Babe Poem by Francie Lynch

Your toad on the road
Only squats, never stands,
Or sits, 'til it splits
Between the treads of your van.

Your mouse in the house -
If it isn't found out -
Drops pellets in pots,
'Til SNAP - then it stops.

Your bird on the wire,
Sweetly sings (then lets fire) :
And a cat in a hat,
Is cute, but that's that.

Your horse from the stable
Won't be served at your table.
And the deer by the brook,
Well, too much the Bambi to cook.

Yes, a bear in the wood,
Indeed craps where it should.
It is best left alone,
(Keep your meat on your bone) .

Then there is the PIG.
A ruddy pink porker,
Intelligent and clean,
An innocuous oinker.
It does nothing too heinous,
(And yes, it should shame us)
As it lies silently smiling
With a spit up its anus.