Enzo the elephantLiked racing fast carsHis favouriteWas Italian and red He was good with the gearsAnd steered with his earsAnd he was onceA champion it’s said
There once was a cowCalled PriscillaWhose horns were so sharpThey could kill ya’So her owner one dayCut them awayAnd now all they doIs tickle ya’
Rocky the horseCould run of courseBut he often preferredTo sit
In a chair by the fireIn his evening attireWhere with needles and woolHe would knit
Simon the SalmonHad a bright pink vestSimon the SalmonThought he was bestBut sadly for SimonThis is such a short balladFor only last weekHe was eaten with salad