Skink's Tail
The man who took the tail of a skink
Is safe from the chocolate mink
He stopped on foot to breathe to think
The man who took the tail of a skink
He gained the powers of the magical skink
He grabbed the strange unknown link
For now he could see with the violet eye
He looked inside, to his surprise
With cool, smooth scales
Runs in swampy swales
He ran to the home of the girl who once loved him
To pay her a visit and see how she's been
Through the dusty roads
Dodging heavy loads
His fast feet ran
To go see her man
To the white brick house
The rain would douse
He squeezed between two bricks
To see if his hardy gal was hitched
He couldn't see much from the floor
No bugs and roaches or spiders or more
The skink ran out the way he came
Into the dusty, dry lane
He found a way to perch on the sill
After he climbed the clay hill
He stared inside, motionless
As he waited for his lovely tigress
His imagination ran wild
As her counter was tiled
Rich and pretty and same for me?
I don't know, we'll have to find out and see.
He waited and waited without any glee
The sun went down, out came the sea
He failed to oblige the dry heat
So when his princess came back
He was a shriveled heap
She didn't know what it was
She swept it out just because
She 'knew' the terrible luck a skink
Would bring to someone on the brink
The mummified skink decomposed
As he sat and cried his poor woes
The skink's tail gave him magic
But the end result was tragic
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