"What happened to the panda's eyes?"
The smallest boy at the zoo cried.
"Is it because he's hypnotised?"
Said the keeper to this curious brat,
"Oh no, it's just they grow like that,
"Much like the stripes upon that cat."
The boy replied with a shake of his head,
"That's a tiger, not a cat," he said.
"Look, it's in this book I read."
"Do you believe all that you read?"
Said the keeper (now bedecked in tweed).
"Come on! Chop-chop! Reply at speed!"
"I really don't know what you mean,"
Said the boy, whose name was Dean,
"Or why your clothes have changed between -"
"It's matters not," the keeper chimed,
With interrupt precisely timed,
"Long as the writer makes it rhyme."
"But I won't learn anything right that way,"
Said the boy as he was led away.
"The rhymes are getting worse," said the keeper, breaking into prose. "Way and away, indeed. That's just plain lazy."
"And the purpose of this poem's hazy."
"See!" said the keeper. "It's not even clear who said that. This poem's not very good and I think it should stop right now."
Spoilsport.
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