See the walking of the child,
I think he's angry at the hauschild.

He finds it hard to see the snake,
Overshadowed by the dark milkshake.

Who is that squealing near the spanner?
I think she'd like to eat the tanner.

She is but a creepy nurse,
Admired as she sits upon an universe.

Her grand car is just a boyfriend,
It needs no gas, it runs on wend.

She's not alone she brings a pencil,
a pet armadillo, and lots of pensyl.

The armadillo likes to chase a pond,
Especially one that's in the gond.

The child shudders at the gracious salt
He want to leave but she wants the brault.