See the flying of the king,
I think he's angry at the prize ring.
He finds it hard to see the cheese,
Overshadowed by the charming maltese.
Who is that swimming near the dog?
I think she'd like to eat the chorus frog.
She is but a comical queen,
Admired as she sits upon a keen.
Her kind car is just a bowl,
It needs no gas, it runs on whole.
She's not alone she brings a giraffe,
a pet bear, and lots of autograph.
The bear likes to chase an owl,
Especially one that's in the towle.
The king shudders at the tiny cow
He want to leave but she wants the depauwStart writing...
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