Leaping over a lounging lizard,
In the middle of a raging blizzard,
Is not a pastime I’d encourage,
Even if you took my luggage.
If you ask me for the time,
I would say it’s not a crime,
But don’t expect an accurate telling,
And never grade me on my spelling.
Do you think there is some truth
To what they say but never prove?
Is it where I put it last,
Inside a bucket of plaster caste?