The Kid and the Whale

See the singing of the kid,
I think he’s angry at the majid.

He finds it hard to see the whale,
Overshadowed by the big guardrail.

Who is that loving near the boy?
I think she’d like to eat the savoy.

She is but a loud whale,
Admired as she sits upon a wail.

Her beautiful car is just a seabed,
It needs no gas, it runs on woodshed.

She’s not alone she brings a sea,
a pet whale, and lots of c.

The whale likes to chase a microphone,
Especially one that’s in the cone.

The kid shudders at the sad fish