I met a whippet on the road
He wore a Balaclava
To keep the sun from off his ears
When in the Costa Brava
I met a frog upon the road
Her feet encased in flippers
To help her surf across the gloop
When sliding on her nippers
I met a crow upon the road
A bib beneath his bill
One must protect one’s feathers
When one dines upon roadkill
I met a flapjack on the road
You must beware of strangers
To prove the point I snapped her up
To underline the dangers
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