By MMD
A Sparrow, a Snake and a Squirrel once had a chat
Sitting around a corkwood table
Kicking back a glass or two
Of the old man’s moonshine
Which they had pilfered
From his fine porcelain distillery
He kept in the woods
The Squirrel talked first
As they’re known for doing
Seeing as their mind runs fast on empty
And even quicker on full
As the fuzzball rattled on about
Quarterly reports and
Revenue streams
See, he worked for the Bear
Who couldn’t make it to the last meeting
Because of a stomach ulcer
In the shape of a cowboy boot
Which was speculated to be from the hunter
Who came around the woods last week
And couldn’t make it to this one
Because he didn’t like moonshine
The Sparrow sat and listened
Intently keeping her mouth shut
As the Squirrel ranted about work
And how he wanted more out of life
A concept she didn’t really understand
Since she was self employed
Dropping bombs on civilians from the sky
But she heard him out
And after an hour
And a bottle half empty
She spoke up and asked a question
Which she already knew the answer to
Since the Squirrel had already turned her down
The week before
When the bottle was half full
About her pyramid scheme
While all this was happening
The Snake was rattling along to a tune
Trying to figure out the next big hit single
On his band’s next big hit album
Titled “The Weight of the World”
But he couldn’t quite get the chorus right
And he was starting to get hungry from all that thinking
That’s when inspiration struck him
And he looked at his friends
Sittin around the corkwood table
About 3 or 4 glasses deep into the night already
And only the stub of a joint left in his fangs
As he gave his brilliant idea
“Fellas, let’s go kill the Bear!”
The three of them laughed a bit
Then considered it
And the idea was adequate
So the other two killed the snake
Claiming venom was spit
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