Harry the PandaHarry the Panda was awfully strong, With muscles that rippled and flowed; He used to start films by beating a gong, But got in a mood when it lowed. Harry the Panda was awfully bright, With a brain that glimmered and glowed; He used to show films by thinking of light, But had to refuse when he blowed. * Harry the Panda was awfully quick, With toenails that sickled and mowed; He used to cut films from rushes so thick, They held up the takes till he slowed. Harry the Panda grew awfully fat, On bamboo he'd planted and sowed; He tried to shoot films on skinning a cat: He'd barely begun when it snowed. Harry the Panda was awfully frail, And when the snow settled and growed, ** The pathetic film of Harry's last hail, So moved the old cock that it crowed. * Well I'll be darned! It should be blew, Which makes more sense than blowed, But Pandas brains have never glew, And then again, they've never glowed. ** And likewise, what I wrote as growed, I could not write as grew, For though our Panda might have crowed, His cock was never in the crew. |
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