Oh Centurion Bring out the Whale

Oh Centurion, bring out the whale
in from out of the sundering gale
for the tear in it's eye
draws a sigh from my thigh
yes, the time for it's rescue is nigh

The sharp-beaked worms have been feasting on blubber that's not theirs to take
they've had plenty of cake with the truncated snake who performs 'sleight of hand' by the lake
yes, the slithery sluthering, tubes are a muttering 'When will the coffee be done?"

Oh Centurion bring in the whale
he's been out long enough
to have purchased sweet snuff
which he'll stuff and he'll schnuff
through the hole at the top of his head

Bye the bye, muscle boy
sit by me, share my joy
can you see in the tree
an avuncular squirrel with her tail all a'twirl
expounding on Bach to the tick and the tock of a clement night clock
in a frock with a shock of white hairs showing through where the muscular toads have been hiding

All the night she's been chattering
incessantly nattering
demanding the grass grow more slowly
while the bulbous-eyed hoppers
are sharpening their choppers
and dreaming of flies with red meat on the wing

Oh Centurion BRING ME THAT WHALE!
I desire to converse with his tail
bring a pad, bring a pen
and come into my den
there are thoughts he and I will exchange
no, forget it
it's out of your range