Author's Note:
This is kind of a different take on Dr. Seuss's Horton Hears a Who if you haven't figured that out yet.
Kanga-jacks and lion-phants
All playing in the jungle
Until a small mon-ger
Stirred up a bungle
He says he can hear it
A soft coo on a spack
Though Ms. Kanga-Jack
No, she does not like that
Ms. Kanga-Jack tells
him to be quiet
She says shut his mouth
Before he starts a riot
Though that mon-ger
Knows just what he heard
The soft coo of a fairy
Or a call from a bird
He leans on in closer
Listening to the spack
Maybe there's a whole 'nother world
Of clucks that'll quack
Then it all starts
It happens so quickly
Everyone's laughing
So judgmentally prickly
Though that doesn't stop Joe
The mon-ger I mentioned
But what would he say
What if he's questioned
Joe looks at the lady
And stares her right in the eye
And says if she can't except him
Well then lady good bye
He can make a good home
A great home for that spack
He'll make up a name
He'll name it up Mack
Maybe there's a person
Or three, even ten
What if they're people
What if they're hens
So many questions
Soar right through his mind
As he walks right along
He stops and says hi
She goes hopping toward Joe,
Ms. Kanga- Jack
To ask him if it's real
The thing on the spack
Joe says yes of course
He couldn't dare lie
So he shared his great tale
With brief little sighs
With a huff and puff
He chugged right along
And all the little things
Sang a great song
Then Ms. Kanga-Jack
She heard it so clear
She let out a slight laugh
Though only slight out of fear
Now Joe is a ten
On scale ten to zero
So this great ol' mon-ger
Is now a great hero
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