MISS EMMA’S POEM
Birdie, Birdie, in the sky,
Fly to me, I’ll tell you why.
I want to look a birdie in the eye,
Then cook me up some birdie pie.
Come to me, you skanky vole
Or I will claw you from your hole,
Bite off your head and spill your guts.
Escaping me is really nuts.
Where’s my food?
Turn up the heat,
Cuddle near and warm my feet.
Don’t dare to tell me that I’m sweet.
My four legs are fully clawsome
And my aim is more than awesome.
Where's my food?