A Loon Sang in Walloon
Twice upon a time
when water changed to wine
a loon sang in Walloon
uncertain with her pitch
other loons would twitch
this loon sang out of tune
old loon choirmaster
whose skin was alabaster
and sucked his silver spoon
pucked a sour pooh-pooh
saying this will never do
to have a tin-eared loon
frog said try my ribbit
perhaps you could adlib it
and croaked a green balloon
the loon soon learned to blend it
its ribbit was quite splendid
there beneath the claret moon
now spiders spread their fingers
fog of sapphire lingers
a loon sang in Walloon.
Joe Dolce
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