"It is long ribbony sticky
I think it is called tar "
The owl , wisest so far
Added his words , picky
"If it is in hues blacky
it might be a car "
The treepie sounded afar
"No it is hot and black
and sticky "
The squirrel said " Brother flurry
was in a terrible hurry
got stuck
and smack
He roasted
out popped
like popcorn "
"Why dont humans pop then
they keep walking around ", the hen
Added to the hub bub
"Just the adults , not cubs "
" Yeah , I have seen the juveniles
travel in rolled carts , limousines "
"It is called a perambulator "
"Gosh , what a big named machine
For the teeny weeny critter "
"The critter is not pram ,
darn it , why do I even give a damn "
The owl hooted to himself , brooding
The monkey went tick- picking
time went on tock-ticking
" and we kept taking
a -licking "
The parrot
quoted
baby's day out
cackled on tree top
and flew out
cackling its pout out
quite irreverentially
and impertinently
"They wear shoes"
Owl couldn't contain
His ideas and its flows
that mostly drained
Into minds that couldn't absorb
assimiliate the glittering orb
Having had his final say,
In despairing disgust , he flew away
To hide his head in his wings
and catch his precious winks
Before the morons slept
and night on the planet crept
"Oh ! Shoo ! " I Know one "
said the monkey , the Mor-on
"That lady in the house
where the water flows
shouted at me "shoo !!"
probably asking me to go "
Mor-on reflected bitterly
on this possibilty , merrily
adding , unnecessarily
"Then they should be
Shoomans
Not humans "
Rolled in the dirt merrily
catching his meagre belly
The mirth was lost
on others of his lot
who contemplated the onerous task
of crossing a freshly tarred road
lying , gleaming , steaming , broad
strip of glistening black .
