Paddie

We had a visitor the other day, didn't come in the usual way.
He was so dimunitive, he quite fell in to the pool!
He thought for a moment that the water was grand,
But soon wished for solid, dry land.
A hedge hog isn't made for swimming pools;
It wasn't something they'd taught him in school.
His little face was passive,
But inside his heart was pounding, his feet quite active!
Not to fear, this house,
Who's hostess is turned to love of smallish beings,
Rescued little Paddie from this ignominious dunking.
Inside, in the arms of his new heorine,
He, now exhausted, fell to sleep.
She laid him to sleep in the cat's soft bed,
And he lay quite still in teh tufts of the quilt.
It wasn't long before he awoke with some measure of curiosity,
Padding the house with pomposity.
The story of how he came to the state of musical genius
Is a story I'll have to nab from his hostess.
I hear she's done rescues and restorations like this before!!
White and black keys....my wondering mind pursued...
A little of this sound and some of that,
Like peanut butter and lip smacks....
Satisfying and playful,
Long as you desire...
One note, two notes, a magical musical fire!
A genius is born, and he needs not be big,
He's got the pitch in his mind,
And the will to succeed!
How did God come up with a being so small,
When most of the world around is so darn tall!
Tell you what, a droll idea,
We'll take him to Concerts and excercize his ears...
A set of strings, the bark of horns,
The ping of chimes and My Sweet Lord!
Paddie loves this new world so far from the hedge...
With music to enjoy, why return to his bed?