The fidgety fox fondles the furtively turned fern—
From there, his dry eyes favor the neighbor’s wife;
But akin the kakapo’s dislike to learn,
His little head puts at risk his too-picnicky life:
A marauder of emotion, a joyless jackal;
His unnatural stink, stripe-to-skunk unique;
He’s the ferret’s face, the black on a grackle,
And his unnatural slink is sidewinder-oblique.
Of simplicity, the pigeon loves a windowed pie
And for pecks at the cherry will tuck a wing;
No-go-diggy-die, he may be pie for the fly
When fevered fists and all fury fall in with his fling.
—an allegory for more than it would seem