Does anyone ever think about just how much o an investment that poor creature made in Acme products?
He bought at least three of everything, and way more than that when it comes to anvils and paint that makes trains drive through walls.
And dynamite!
He spent so much money on all those amazing products and somehow everything always backfired and that stupid bird ran right past him and on to wherever the heck it was that he was goin.
Was he going south for the winter or something?
Why?
Wasn't he already in Arizona or new Mexico or the Gobi?
How much hotter does he need it?
I mean,
Iguess he was probably really hot all the time because he does run really fast and I don't know if birds have swweat glands.
So maybe he was trying to run south to the ocean.
Yeah, that must be it.
I wonder if he ever made it to the ocean.
They never tell you that part.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem