Three harmony dogs and a platypus
Sang in an apple tree.
They stayed in tune, till one dog fell,
As he strained to reach the key.
They formed a simply brilliant band,
And sang in ancient Greek.
They dazzled with their intellect
And forced their fans to seek
For the real meaning of the words,
So that all could understand.
They almost won a Grammy
But then nothing goes as planned
Now the dogs are grey and barking,
Back up in the apple tree.
Boring all the birds to death
And singing out of key.
But the platypus invested
And now wears a three-piece suit.
He’s rather big in pilchards
And assorted English fruit.
© Copyright Philip Barton, 8 September 2019. All rights reserved
