Monday, December 22, 2008

Mr. Lee Pinlizard

Mr. Lee Pinlizard
Was know as a wizard
In the country, the city, and town
For when he was asked
To do a tough task
He did it without even a frown.

He’d just grab hold of his nose
And wiggle his toes,
Shake a cootie out of his hair
Take a thorn of thistle
Let out a short whistle
And wave his wand high in the air.

Take the wing of a bat,
The tail of a nat,
A rare thing the eye of a newt,
A platypus egg
A pinch of nutmeg
And a carrot he kept in his suit.

The dust from the horn
Of an old unicorn
The back legs of two little gnats
A wart from a toad
He’d found on the road
The fur of three big black cats.

He’d then stir it up
Pour it into a coup
And mutter some magical goop.
Like hoben-po-tizzy
And tin-tin-tin-lizzy
And voila he had vegetable soup.

1981

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