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Percy the Woodpecker
Percy the Wood Pecker pecked all the time,
He really was a bore,
In fact he pecked so much that he got a splinter,
His nose was red and sore.
“Ouch!” Said Percy,
My break really needs a check,
By the forest doctor,
As at the moment I can’t peck.
“Not to worry,” the Owl Doctor said,
And handed with his bill
“Here’s something to create holes faster,”
And he handed him an drill.
Percy the Wood Pecker drilled all the time,
Making holes faster than before,
Until the noise grew so loud,
That it was so animal could ignore.
“Percy,” The Policemen Bunny said,
“You are not allowed to drill!
Be like every other wood pecker
and use your flaming Bill!”
“But I can’t my bill is sore!”
Percy Woodpecker said,
“Look it’s all bandaged up,
It’s bleeding, shiny and red!”
“Whoever heard of a Woodpecker
Getting a splinter on his nose?
You think that gives you an excuse,
And excuse to drill I suppose?”
“You can drill the same” said Percy
He was greeted with smiles,
As drilling instead of pecking,
Made a sound heard for miles.
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