my parents used to say
come from gooseberry bush
that's why my bed is hay
and sit next to a thrush
my parents they are funny
they just sit and squirm
every morning shout bunny
then fly and grab a worm
its great watching them
swoop and swirl about
i really do like em
not mentioned about me gout
its the best ever bed nest
big enough for a stork
so tonight i will impress
using my knife and fork
then again may use spoon
worms are like spaghetti
knowing i sound a goon
after tea i'm sweaty
telling snake Scott this
slithering gooseberry bush
he did laugh and hiss
giving me a mighty push
falling down to the ground
knew that i was bread
never heard another sound
Scott had eaten me dead
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