Penelope Pigglewiggle picked a ripe pear
As it sat on a tree in the sun.
She looked at its colour, its shape and its size,
And took a quick mouthful for fun.
“Ouch” came a voice from Penelope’s pear.
“Your teeth have cut into my skin!”
So how could she eat a pear that could speak?
Oh that would be more than a sin!
Penelope Pigglewiggle soon dropped the pear:
Well you or I would, that’s for sure.
She went in the house to get far away
Without eating one mouthful more.
Much later she looked in her garden again
To see if the pear was still there,
But a party of pigeons were eating it up!
Oh, for certain, those birds didn’t care.