One day in July
Like most other
July's
There ran about a boy
Young Whobert the
wise
Whobert was wise
And this much is true
But he always rushed
All things you do
So one day in a run
He ran over a cat
Stepped on its tale
Hit it with a bat
But this feline was
strange
And not like the rest
It landed in range
Thinking, "This
boy is a pest"
So that cat floated
back
And said this with
will
I am a witches
familiar
My real name is gill.
Listen young boy
I mean this for real
I won't get mad
I'll make you a deal
Well young Whobert
was wise
Or at least he
thought
So he took to the
bargain
and the deal he got
I propose a race
may the best man win
The loser trades
places
and "forms"
my friend
So young Whobert
laughed
He rushed past the
cat
The cat just grinned
Not moving, just sat
Then the victory was
done
Young Whobert was
first
And the deal had been
made
So here comes the
curse
This story ends
With young Whobert in
rage
You have to listen
carefully
To what people say
It's not always smart
To assume that you
know
Take the time to
listen
If you don't...
"Who"-bert, only knows.