Now this here’s the story of Hopalong Warren A timid young buck who found fearlessness foreign A farmer by trade, he grew lettuce and carrots When he wasn’t hiding from weasels and ferrets They ravished his radicchio, kidnapped his kale So much that he barely had food left for sale One day he said “Dang it! I’ve had quite enough! “If I had a horse, then I’d look mighty tough.” But fear overtook him. He laid down and cried. “Those horses are tall! I’m too timid to ride!” But his friend Leo Toll had an old hobby horse Warren asked “Can I borrow it?” Leo said “Of course.” And on it he sat in the midst of his field With a gunslinger’s gaze that said “I shall not yield.” From then on the raids from the varmints did cease And that’s how Leo Toll’s toy brought Warren peace.
To his kin and friends’ dismay Steve began to float one day One moment he was on the ground Then up he flew without a sound What set this errant hare to soaring? Truth is, he found gravity quite boring While others hopped the ground, contented The pull of Earth he’d long resented “That’s not for me,” he’d often sigh “Walking’s a drag. I’m meant to fly” And so he’s gone, we know not where Of Steve we’ve not seen hide nor hare
We’re not chickpea, nor chickadee, we are twee parrots three, you see! We cuddle cozy and carefree, and from our tree delight to see People point with glee and squee. So say we without hyperbole This pea pod suits us to a tee, so we won’t flee, that’s our decree!