When the owl and the pussycat sailed their boat
where willowy seaweeds curled
How could they hope to keep afloat
in a rodomontader world?
Do quahogs and quince go well together
when eaten with runcible spoon?
If they weren’t bilious in mercurial weather
that was one miraculous moon!
Three-hundred and sixty-six days later
they could only have found that tree
thanks to a solar generator
don’t y’all agree?
If owls can only sing one song
and pussy cats cannot spell,
you’d think that book deal must go wrong…
yet Nursery Rhymes still sell.