Hey diddle diddle
methinks it quite impossible
for a cat to play a fiddle;
a cow over the moon
I know is most untenable;
the physics of the fairy tales
won’t hold up in court.
As old Aesop had it
the ant was quite the worker
and the grasshopper a shirker;
alas, the communists took over
and now the tax rates are sheer murder;
the physics of the fables just won’t cut it
on the operating table.
There was an ugly duckling
suffering injustice and rejection
as Hans Christian Andersen reminds us;
and although his book sold millions
most other writers get form letters;
the physics of these fantasies
won’t hold water when they’re sober.
Beauty and the Beast, last but not least,
certainly gets its play night and day
as the customer proves might is right;
but what is left out, once he’s a prince
the former beast is a penniless souse;
fairy tales are hobgoblins
agitprop can’t abet.
Hey diddle diddle
it’s utterly irrealizable
for a cat to play a fiddle;
a cow over the moon
is arrantly irresponsible;
the physics of the fairy tales
won’t stand up hypnotized.
