Whistler’s Mother had never seen,
A river that seemed so much like a dream.
Old Mother Hubbard certainly knew,
Doorways opening onto rivers made quite a view.
Little Miss Muffat cursed and swore,
The purple in the sky couldn’t be ignored.
Thumbelina blew a raspberry of bad taste,
Boats sitting idle, what a waste.
Pinocchio sighed and implored,
A tower in the distance must be explored.
Mona Lisa broke into a huge smile,
Wouldn’t we all like to stay here awhile
Superman arrived in great haste,
Quick everyone inside, T Rex is about to lay this place to waste.