Lucy had a little Lonk
That no-one else could see
A little like a marmoset,
A little like a bee,
A little like a platypus
But nothing like a snake;
She kept it in a biscuit tin
And fed it on plum cake
Lucy’s Lonk liked making friends
And shouted out ‘hello’
But everyone who passed her by
Just didn’t want to know
‘Cos people are afraid of Lonks
Although they cannot see’em
But if they could, they’d probably put
Them in a Lonk Museum
