The Prince, the Horse, and the Tweeters Three

A rather weird poem by Patty Bily

 

Back in the days of chivalry,

When "you" was "thee" and "thee" was "ye"

There lived a frog whose name was Lee

Who foolishly snapped at a bumblebee.

 

In a few years, very happily,

The frog had been changed to a prince (oh, gee).

But the prince couldn't talk because, you see,

His tongue had been stung by that bumblebee.

 

Princes have horses, and so did he.

But the prince had a problem, unfortunately.

He couldn't tell the horse what to do, not he.

But there was a solution—he had the key.

 

He acquired three birds—his Tweeters Three

A parrot, a myna, and a chickadee.

One said "whoa," one said "go," one said "twee, twee, twee."

They perched on his horse and chirped with glee.

 

He would pull the tail on the one of the three

Who would say "whoa," or "go," or "twee, twee, twee."

Not very hard, to a certain degree,

He would give a small tug, then set the tail free

 

One day he was riding peacefully,

While carefully listening to his radio wee

To a hit by Elton and Kiki Dee

So he unknowingly headed toward a large tree.

 

Then he saw what was coming and pressed with his knee.

But the horse wouldn't stop. (Oh, ah me).

In his fear he forgot which of the three

Said "whoa" so he pulled the chickadee.

 

But a horse can't be stopped by a small "twee."

And so the whole group smashed into the tree.

As they sank slowly, becoming debris,

The parrot said tearfully, "whoa is me."