I fell down a hole over yonder

And on landing I could not but wonder

At how I had found

So expertly the ground

When most times I miss and I flounder

My dream from last night was quite odd

You see, it involved a white Cod

Who got up to dance

Wearing frilled underpants

And when finished, swam through the sod

Last night I met Billy the Troll

While out on an evening stroll

I warned him full thrice

That he’d better think twice

And he did while he chewed on my skull

Each year there’s a season called summer

That I love for the weather’s much warmer

But now the time’s come

To end all my fun

And I find that a really big bummer