See the squeaking of the child,
I think he's angry at the wild.
He finds it hard to see the ace,
Overshadowed by the tiny suitcase.
Who is that looking near the eagle?
I think she'd like to eat the speagle.
She is but a caring student,
Admired as she sits upon a rodent.
Her intelligent car is just a spouse,
It needs no gas, it runs on tree house.
She's not alone she brings a box,
a pet rabbit, and lots of sox.
The rabbit likes to chase a deer,
Especially one that's in the rear.
The child shudders at the nocturnal cheese
He want to leave but she wants the keys.