Bird one asked?
If the hat fits the rat,
And the rat is best at skivvying.
What about the lead?
With any luck,
Bird two said,
It’ll get ‘em dead.
Why, pray sir, do you raise your arms at me?
Because you appear to be running carefree,
And my carapace is rather fragile
When contending with a Labrador’s smile,
And your paw about to step on me.