Enzo the elephant
Liked racing fast cars
His favourite
Was Italian and red
He was good with the gears
And steered with his ears
And he was once
A champion it’s said
There once was a cow
Called Priscilla
Whose horns were so sharp
They could kill ya’
So her owner one day
Cut them away
And now all they do
Is tickle ya’
Rocky the horse
Could run of course
But he often preferred
To sit
In a chair by the fire
In his evening attire
Where with needles and wool
He would knit
Simon the Salmon
Had a bright pink vest
Simon the Salmon
Thought he was best
But sadly for Simon
This is such a short ballad
For only last week
He was eaten with salad
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