Mrs.Mary Glenn

While writing in a dark forest,
Cowering behind a tall oak tree
I saw a forest eagle that needed to pee
He stood from the treetops and spread his wings
Let that pecker out and wee wee wee
Then he flew to Saratoga Springs

A yellow drop fell from the sky as he landed at the fair
The wind must've brushed it from that one little hair
A man sweared as it landed there
It landed on his pear and it made his conscience unclear
he screamed out in fear
And let out a tear
Declared that this would never happen again
he gave that unlucky pear to Mrs.Mary Glenn.