My brother had a cat, a dog,
A tadpole, newt and little frog.
He kept a spider in his room
But Mum removed it with her broom.
'I’d like a python.' 'No!” said Dad.
"Pythons can be really bad.'
'I’d like a hamster and a rat,' –
But Mummy said: 'Enough of that! –
'Our home’s becoming like a zoo
And we all think it’s time that you
Made friends more of the human sort:
Perhaps you should take up some sport.'
Now John plays football in a team
But was it all part of his scheme
That Dad and Mum must walk his dog
Whilst I’m now mother to his frog?
For every evening with the ball
John’s seen leaving through the hall
And Saturdays and Sundays too
He disappears in shorts of blue.
His new-found sport takes all his time;
He comes back home covered in grime.
The newt’s left home, the tadpole too - - -
But the happy cat’s left here to mew.
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