It started with flying polar bears, and now we have tortoises with briefcases. Where will it end, I ask, just where will it end?
About a month or so back I was lying in bed unable to sleep, when the first verse of this more came to mind out of nowhere. I grabbed my phone and typed it in, and two and a half of the next three verses quickly followed. It’s been sat on my phone since then, until yesterday when I transferred it to the PC and added the last two lines. (And at the same time, came up with the beginnings of two more silly rhymes about animals, which may or may not get finished at some point). Anyway, it serves no purpose, and has no real significance – but, as they say here in Brizzle, “Yer ’tis…”