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Mitch; the meddlesome mongoose

always so quick to slide from any noose

get out of sharp scrapes without even

a nick

the first in line

to get the long end of the stick

there lived no match to his mischief

for the element of utter orneriness must

truly be a gift

and by his mind being set just so

to no good from his constant pranks

he always managed to get some sort of lift

but one mad cap, paw pounding afternoon

Mitch, that mad yet meddlesome mongoose

had the yet known misfortune to happen upon

Tune The Loon

now Tune The Loon was not one who cared to

be shocked , startled or surprised

he had much, much better ideas up under his

cocky feathers

ones he himself had oh , so carefully devised

see, Tune just knew in his tiny little

trip hammer heart

that Mitch was going to try to pull one over

on him like he had done with everyone else

so he thought long and hard about his future

revenge from the very start

Mitch started the farce off with an oozingly

polite

'Why Howdy There Loon!'

ain't it a lovely afternoon

why certainly mongoose

replied Loon

if I had my choice you know what I'd choose

and what would that be

Mitch asked a little too slyly

why, a warm dry day such as this

not too hot or humid for one's tail

an afternoon of lazy, uninterrupted bliss

just to lounge here in this ideal shade

tree and sit a spell

and who prey tell would your choice of

company be

why a handsome young lad named Mongoose Mitch

for me that would be the ideal indeed

and just what would you do in his company

if say you had him up there with you in your

beloved tree

why, once I had rested I'd teach him to fly

right along side of me

you'd teach him to fly

Mitch nearly stumbled as he shouted

why yesssssssssss! replied Loon

as if he couldn't believe such fact Mitch

could have have doubted

well, what do I do first? Mitch asked

with expected glee

why, climb right up here beside me and perch

yourself in my tree

when Mitch managed to scamper up and carefully

sit himself down

Loon managed to cover his bubbling laughter up

with a dark and serious frown

First, Loon said, you must pluck two of the

largest feathers from the back of my tail

hold one tightly in each of your front paws

wildly flap your arms and from this great tree

limb you too will sail!

so Mitch all too fool heartedly done as he

was told

and in his over excited attempt to fly off the

large, high limb

he leaped so stupidly yet fearless and bold

only to fall flat and quite foolishly upon his

tender rump

leaving Tune laughing like the Loon he was

from up top his throne like stump

why did you trick me? Mitch demanded, his voice

quivering yet accusing in its attack

why, for all my dear, poor friends you tried to

get with your cruel, childish pranks

this one was simply for all of them , meant to

get you back

Mitch in turn preceded to pitifully cry

as Loon flew away, still laughing

because he, himself unlike Mitch

really could indeed fly..................

(Feb. 26, 1995 pm)