Tuesday, November 10, 2009

Daisy and Bo

Daisy and Bo
By Marja Blom

Squeak, squeak, squeak and eek
These are the sounds I heard all week
Can somebody possibly go to the shed
And get a can of oil for that pet

Sneeze, sneeze, sneeze, hatsjoe
I don’t get it, give me a clue
 Daisy is allergic to hair they said
and she really, really wanted a pet

We went to the black smith for that matter
He welded a pet for her together
One that wouldn’t cause any sneezes
He made it from scraps, from bits and pieces

For a tummy he used a cookie tin
He made a curly tail that you could spin
The antenna on his head is not for the show
It's for remote control that makes him go

Sneeze, squeak, sneeze, and squeak
Are the sounds I hear all week
Daisy, Daisy, I go crazy. One of you will have to go
That one is your pet, the one you called Bo

Daisy ran to the shed of the smith
Got the can and oiled the lid
It fell of the tin, a hairy mouse jumped out
He had some cookie crumbs on his snout

The sneezing stopped, the squeaking too
Daisy got crazy and shouted Yahoo
Happy as Larry our Daisy went
with Boo for a walk. What a happy end.