Robin Goodfellow’s Cover Letter
I’m the silly son of titans
Drumming tin cans and a pie plate
Tiptoeing elephants trumpet
Tusk-tisking when I arrive late
Eloquently disapproving
Of a certain semi-primate
Possums pups dance on their mum’s back
Spilling tea trays filled with suet
I laugh and tightly hold my nose
Wondering, why do they do it?
It’s sticky, gross, weird, and stinky
But there must be something to it
My lessons learned from grasshoppers
I try to teach to busy ants
They smile at my shenanigans
But try them once? They simply cants
Maybe next time with my panpipes
Even ants could enjoy a dance
Oh where shall I goest?
Let my trip soon commence
Oh what doth thou knowest?
This silly world’s immense
I’ve arrived ere I started
I left not, yet long ago
Miss me whilst ’twas departed?
I care not, I’ll have you know
