Brain Blower

On one fine day,
In the middle of May,
There was a tree
Which everyone could see.

On this tree there were two small eggs,
And out popped two small legs.
Two birds came out,
Both with a pout.

Where was their mother?
For both had each other.
One asked a tomato, another a cat.
One asked a potato, another a mat.

There was one big bird,
It could have been their mother.
What the nerd,
If it was another.

This family was rejoiced,
And their calls were voiced.
They went back to that tree,
Which everyone could still see.