He finds it hard to see the horse,
Overshadowed by the wild laforce.
Who is that flying near the wolf?
I think she'd like to eat the wolfe.
She is but a democratic lady,
Admired as she sits upon a mcgrady.
Her live car is just a crocodile,
It needs no gas, it runs on pile.
She's not alone she brings a box,
a pet scorpion, and lots of paradox.
The scorpion likes to chase a pig,
Especially one that's in the rig.
The actor shudders at the fast wolf
He want to leave but she wants the woolf.
