Menagerie

 

It’s a strange sort of day

And I can’t work it out.

My bed’s full of bears

And my bath’s full of trout.

There’s a pig in the shower,

A giraffe on the path

And I’m sure I just noticed

A bat on the hearth. 

It’s a strange sort of day

And I can’t get it straight.

There’s a herd of white rhino

Just come through my gate.

There’s a flock of grey geese

In the hall by the stairs

And a small troupe of mice

On the dining room chairs. 

It’s a strange sort of day

And I’m feeling quite faint.

If I see one more sheep

I shall make a complaint.

Did I eat too much cheese?

Stay too long in the sun?

But it’s just like the zoo

So perhaps I’ll have fun. 

Well, the bears had some buns

And they shared them with me

And the mice said they’d like

To stay with us for tea.

Then the rhinos got stuck

As they came through the gate.

By the time it was fixed

It was getting quite late. 

Then the pig left the shower

And went back to the mud

But it left the tap running

And now there’s a flood.

When I’d cleaned it all up

I was ready for bed

But guess who was there

Even though they’d been fed! 

But I slipped into bed

And I turned out the light.

Then the bears started growling

And gave me a fright.

It’s been a strange day,

But not quite what it seemed:

I’m so glad I’m in bed

And it’s only a dream.