The Giant 'Hyooman' Sandwich
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One hot summer day in Meovanni Town,
Four Million Humans came on down
They drove the picknickers away,
They chased the farmers from their hay,
They hit Sivart on his fat bald pate,
They grunted and grumbled and and ate and ate.
And all the noisy, nasty nuisance grew
Till the Furres cried, "What can we do?"
So they called a meeting in Allegria Hall,
And Felorin asked them all,
"What can we do?" And they said, "Good question!"
But nobody had a good suggestion.
Then Clover the Thief leaped to her feet
And cried, "What do Humans like to eat?
Strawberry Jam! Now wait a minute!
If we made a giant Sandwich we could trap them in it!"
The Veterins cheered, the newbies squealed,
And Farmer Seed said, "Use my field."
Talz gave intructions for the making of the dough,
"Mix Flour from above and yeast from below!
Salt from Theriopolis, water from the spout,
Now thump it! Bump it! Bang it about!"
While they were working, and working hard,
Some more made a tablecloth out in the yard.
When they were done, the dough was left to rise
Till the loaf was a mountain in shape and size!
They hitched it up, with a bit of fuss,
To tractors and the village bus,
And took it to the oven they had made on the hill -
Fifty cookers in an old brick mill.
For hours and hours they let it cook.
It swelled inside till the windows shook.
It was piping hot when they took it out,
And the villagers raised a mighty shout.
"Isn't it crusty, aren't we clever!"
But the hyoomans were as bad as ever.
The loaf was left to cool, and then,
The furres watched as three strong men
Took a great big saw and sliced right through.
Everyfurre clapped, and they cut slice two.
The Village Bus, they all agreed,
Would spoil the fields of Farmer Seed,
So eight fine equines pulled the bread
To where the picnic cloth was spread.
A truck drew up and dumped out butter,
They spread it out with a flap and flutter.
Spoons and spades! Slap and Slam!
And they did the same with the strawberry jam.
Meanwhile, high above in the field,
Six flying machines whirred and wheeled,
Ready for the humans to take the bait,
And there was nothing to do, but wait.
Suddenly all was humming!
Four Million Humans were a-coming!
They smelled that jam, they dived and struck!
They ate so much they all got stuck.
The other slice came down - KERSPLAT!
On top of the humans and squashed them flat.
There were only three that got away,
They turned into furres and that was that.
But they never came back down,
Meovanni was not their town,
But a very nice place to dance and play,
And that's what the furres did that day.
What became of the the sandwich? Well,
In Furcadia they like to tell,
How the Scar Hawks flew off with it in their beaks,
And had a feast for a hundred weeks.
THE END
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By: Clover "If-you-can't-beat-em-join-em" Clover
(one note: The Author can not be responsible for any stupid content in this story. If anything offends you, just think of it this way: it was the only way I could get the darned thing to rhyme. Have fun!!!)
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