Where the racing carrots roar,
And the sky reaches right down
to the sea,
I was walking on my hands
'Cross the black and purple sands,
When a pig came up and whispered
in my knee.
For a passing Bennet's Crow
Shouted loudly as it bumped
into a tree,
And another reason why
Is that grasshoppers, not I,
Have their hearing organs planted in their knees.
And I asked the reason why
He had ears in his knees, not in his head.
He responded not a bit,
So I called him "Silly Twit",
'Til I saw that all the while
He'd been dead.
