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 and 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.