The Poem of Utter Nonesense

Hark! The Harold aarvarks sing,
There is no pickle in Paris tonight,
For I am a squishy window,
You are an breezy apricot
We are the palm bushes
Spoo shoo moo.

You naughty boy!
You let your pants fall down the drain,
Ridicule the downtown Thursday!
Help, my pillow strangles me!
Spoo shoo moo.

Then the sock cried, "Nevermore!"
And I fell above a green rock,
My fingers like to swim,
I know why the caged anteater sings,
Flee, you parsimonious doctor!
Sneakers attack! My clocks run for cover,
Spoo. Shoo. Moo.