was ten years old today
Mickey the mumbling midget
  somehow ran away
Mickey the mumbling midget
  was not in his cage
Mickey the mumbling midget
  soon would need a shave

Lassie looked at something shapeless lying on the lawn
Scratchy at some scabby sores and stretching as it
yawned
It seemed to be uneasy as it looked up at the moon
She sensed the tension in the air and smelled a sweet
baboon.
Pungent was the warm aroma drifting in the air
She hoped he would smell her heat and lick her
silken hair.

Run Mickey run
Run Lassie