THE ENCHANTED RIVER

Flowing down towards the valley,
Bazzle, sugar, and spice,
Graceful as it ends,
Eggs, milk, rum and ice.

In the valley were peace and quiet,
A baby squirrel was drinking.
And in the middle of the lake,
A speck of dust was sinking.

A noise that came from dry land,
The noise of a madman screaming.
As he came into the light,
His nose and ears were steaming.

He reached down to his abdomen,
And ripped out half his liver.
He held it high above his head,
And threw it in the river.

It sank right to the bottom,
Where it rotted through the years.
The moral of this story is,
A madman no one hears.

JoN.