He walks and he hears on the street
a group playing music with a strong beat
his legs start to trip
as if touched by a whip
folks watch and they think he is neat.
He spots a big dog who needs help
it goes on to make a loud yelp
it’s caught in the sea
as tight as can be
in clumps near the beach of some kelp.
He sings in a voice like a goose
it’s enough to startle a papoose
he love the loud din
because he can win
with gun in deep woods a big moose.
He sees down the street a great gnu.
bright red with green stripes is its hue.
He blinks he rubs eyes,
He hopes it is lies,
he wakes to the sound of a ewe.
He spies in the field a slim sprite,
the day is with haze so little light
he goes to match wits
and falls in some pits
it howls a deep laugh at the sight.
He sits in the booth and slurps tea,
no cash for hot toast you might see
but there on the seat
he sees something neat
a bunch of large coins for the fee.
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