No, kitty, I am not up-hocking a hairball just like mew;

Your dander causes dyspnea when I am in your milieu.

But, please, worry not that I would consider you for a shoo.

For me, a puffer. Fish for your dish. We are all calm and coo. ; )

Bun on the run, did not I bawn you on the lawn with a slew of moo?

Hare on a chair, is it fair that in this lair, as a pair prone to dare, nibbles from a share elicit my gentlest glare?

Rabbit, dagnabbit! Your kindred cows are entering the house! They came to loot my last piece of fruit!

Well, time to hop to your final gig while I puff on a Finnish cig. Now, neighbour’s castle hosts a field of carrots big, so get over there and dig, dig, dig!!! ; )

With wind and sun reflects just right,

Swiftly soaring as plastic kite,

Morbidezza uplifts the sight

Of wings’ verismo to new height. ; )

Of afternoon without a care:

Landlouping legs seek far wheres fair

With braids taut and ready to bear

Breeziest of September’s air

As twists and turns of day will share

Through each tress and traipse dressed to dare. ; )

Of course, SpongeBob’s spiffily sprouted abode did not grow itself straight up out of the floor of the sea;

It began life as a smallest of spots before it turned into a crowned royal of nobility—

After which a deckhand accidentally dropped it down banana boat’s moonpool rather clumsily

During the apt-for-a-half song about days and ‘oh’s and counting of golden tropical property. ; )