[written for my middle son, who is 34, now]
Eric and you
And an elephant, too
All went for a ride
In a fine kangee-roo.
And it hopped
And it hopped
And it hopped
And it hopped
And it hopped
And it hopped
And it hopped
Then it stopped.
And where did it stop?
After those hops?
This fine kangee-roo,
It stopped at the zoo.
And it played a kazoo,
Yes, a purple kazoo,
For Eric and you
And the elephant, too.
And the zookeeper let all of you go right through.
And when you were through,
This fine kangee-roo
Gave you the kazoo,
And you blew and you blew.
And the peacocks all flew
From the sounds that you blew,
But the bears laughed and danced
And made mulligan stew.
And the porcupine taught you
A game that he knew
While the elephant threw
A quick horseshoe or two
With three zebras, two aardvarks, and one old, old gnu.
And you stayed and you played
And you played and you stayed
Until zebras and aardvarks,
Porcupines, gnus, and bears
Had all settled their heads
In their beds in their lairs.
And then Eric and you
And the elephant, too,
All rode your way home
In the fine kangee-roo.
Yes you hopped your way home just as quick as one-two.
And you settled your heads
In your own little beds.
And you told me you loved me.
And I love you, too.
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