The conviction of the Pumpkin Kid
or
Oy! Where's the Sausage Man got to?

If but maybe when,
You cannot however then,
I know you even though,
You don't completely how.

Of wonders bright and bold,
Catkins in tales of old,
How penguins wish to fly,
Who what where when why?

Into the town of buttercup lid,
and caught contagious talk,
Entered the fearful Pumpkin Kid,
With kangaroos who have been eating New York.

Into the out he walked sat down,
He spoke silently of moose,
But blew his nose right off his face,
Into the mayor's rhubarb juice.

Otto deed not like zees!
(For that was the mayor's name),
"What you've done is a hangable offence,"
"Oh," said the Pumpkin Kid,". . . . shit."

For though the Pumpkin Kid is green,
He feels that he is great,
What a stupid bastard,
It seems he's sealed his fate.

Of all the gerbils that live in the sea,
There aren't a lot of them, really!

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