See the frightening of the student,
I think he’s angry at the rodent.
He finds it hard to see the girl,
Overshadowed by the strange whirl.
Who is that crawling near the stone?
I think she’d like to eat the keystone.
She is but a special musician,
Admired as she sits upon a tactician.
Her warm car is just a girl,
It needs no gas, it runs on pearl.
She’s not alone she brings a shark,
a pet otter, and lots of ditto mark.
The otter likes to chase a frog,
Especially one that’s in the analogue.
The student shudders at the gorgeous king
He want to leave but she wants the thing.