Once upon a time I thought I might eat little pickles nice.

Once upon a time I thought I'd eat them with knives.

Pickles and knives they are sublime. I hope that you try them twice.

They are just the thing that you need, if you are eating rice.

I hope that you like to eat fish but perhaps not fish, some chow der.

It's made with fish and that's not all. It's also made with powder.

I hope you like to eat it. I've a gallon or five.

I think it's good enough to say that I could eat it thrice.

I would like to sing something about the beast that dwells here now.

I think this beast is really swell. I think I will call him Al.

Al may be a sasquatch, but he's also my big pal.

I want to sing to him all day or maybe swim the canal.

I would like to do something here perhaps I could knit him a hood.

Perhaps I could offer him something like a mysteri ous wood.

I think he might like to eat something lovely and brown.

He might really like to eat chocolate right from the town.

I thought he might like chocolate but he seems more a carob guy.

Perhaps it's because he likes the woods and to see you out. Good bye.

I think he might like too eat lovely green fronds of shoots.

Your campfire is just polution, so see, it's you that's rude.

I would like to eat something, yes, something perhaps not right.

I'd like smash my knuckles and perhaps make me some rice.

I thought I might want to drink some chocolate or some tea.

I made all this stuff yesterday and now I must go pee.