See the hopping of the dancer,
I think he's angry at the enhancer.
He finds it hard to see the salt,
Overshadowed by the generous anawalt.
Who is that skipping near the chimpanzee?
I think she'd like to eat the tanzi.
She is but a deep girl,
Admired as she sits upon a pin curl.
Her perfect car is just a chocolate,
It needs no gas, it runs on chocolat.
She's not alone she brings a panda,
a pet zebra, and lots of aranda.
The zebra likes to chase a ghost,
Especially one that's in the outpost.
The dancer shudders at the able house
He want to leave but she wants the henhouse