I am a book
Clinging on a long hook
I can talk
I can say Quack, Quack
Happily, I fly over a shack
Now, I am starting to think
That work done in a wink
Was great and fast
When humans disappeared at last.
I did, I combed furry whiskers of the blue ant
And styled the long, pink hair of an elephant
I scrubbed the dirt off the feet
Of a grumpy lump of concrete
While no one fed the old tiny whale
Her favorite piece of yummy little kail.
The squeamish whining of the snail
Attracted a noisy yet
Beamish chorus of dinosaur-whales
Those frowning faces of whales
Couldn’t stop drooling on the shale.
A foosh-foot named Brango
Missed his beloved yellow flamingo
The yellow one chorped-chirped
Until sad Brango burped.
The burp was loved by Mr. Moon
The parrot, the talking riddle, and the raccoon
Now, the foosh-footed one fled
In the forest covered with green bread.
This is lovely, said the ‘Quack Quack’ book
Now, resting under the sun with a coloured look.