The Marmot
I met a marmot,
Who stole my garment,
I was about to knock him with my axe,
Then he started to play the sax,
A traveler came down the road and he looked as if he swallowed a toad,
He looked at the sax,
And said it could pay tax,
I said back off you old lax,
Or I ‘ll knock you with my axe,
Then I chased that old toad down the road,
Then that marmot ran,
That old scram,
I rammed him with my axe,
And he dropped his sax,
I shoved him into a rock,
And it gave him a shock,
Then I asked him if he’d do my a task,
And he said I’d rather pick up a flask with a mask,
I tied him to my door,
Out in a deserted moor,
Then he said let me go you hen,
Then he said THE END.



