The sufferings of Pufystik! Joe Lop-Ear

There was a Fluffy,
He was sitting under a Christmas tree.
He was collecting pine needles for a snack.

The little monster was kind at heart.
If he lived in the city, he would eat blancmange.

But unfortunately, to him didn't get lucky.
Our Puffy didn't live in a warm apartment.

He lived on the edge of the forest and ate pine needles.
He wildly roasted bullfinches on a spit.

He cried sometimes from his wild life.
He was unlucky in that blackberry forest.

He often suffered from constipation and howled.
So the forest ranger didn't go into that forest.

At night, our Puffy was roaring in agony.
In the morning, he was lying like a dead turkey.

And grunting tearfully to the skies
Like, what a life!
It can't be resolved.

Oh, the Ottoman...

2. Well, don't cry, you fluffy one.
We are partisans, and I am a military doctor.

We'll tie you up and give you a purge.

And you will shine like a Cherub.

It's done, the freak is captured.
It's fed, cured, and lives with us.

This species looks like a Cheburashka.
It is poorly studied.
But it farts loudly!


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