Seashell hawkshaw seamlessly walked and saw,

Searching and seizing only those of awe—

For Sally’s surplus pulled lots for a draw,

But Lucy’s instinct nixed need for luck’s flaw. ; )

Oh losh, oh dear, fretted the frosh deer who had just finished their moss nosh only to find themselves—good gosh—now awash in a slosh of fog squash misting blog tosh. ; )

Oh, hey, away from the feeder we shall stay and, as well, if we may, each of us—Jay and A.J.—do wray the drey’s stray, who brought a foray of play upon our tray snapped to seed bay, whence there is, now, no say for a fair way—only implied fray with cray grey. So, today, we lay selves where each sun ray and every tweet re may meet to make it all okay—some place aligned between dismay and gay. ; )

Certainly, the other ducks questioned Howard’s insistence on procuring such sought snacks from vendition

When the park was teeming with parceled persons providing tumblies crumblies via gratis rendition,

But quack-knack preferred variety of choice and always paid his bill—with insightful inquisition,

So they let him waddle his own way, whether fielding greens or yielding means, with nary prohibition. ; )

Between each of brick and stick,

Wandered wondering Wendy,

Blithesome by both benefits:

Hall of wall halts all gall’s call,

Glow’s yellow hellos mellow. ; )