OK, here goes: Flavio was a cinnamon fert, who squeeked every time he was hurt, He squeeked when he'ld play, he squeeked all the day and once when he was covered in dirt. There once was a ferret named Smudgy whose shape was a bit pudgy, Ma put him on a diet said, "Smudge you should try it." But the big boy just wouldn't budgie. At 3 am came a guy named Bob, from California he brought me a hob. Now the ferret's a hobbit, 'cause the vet he did bobbit, but Mrs. Bob says the guy's still a hob. From under the couch comes Anna MaWheeeee. She flies and stings like a bee. Instead of a stinger she'll bite your finger and retreat to scratch a flea. I know, I know, but I've had a hard week. Speeking of my hard week it was really a light in my morning reading everone elses' limericks and slogans! Thanks for the idea, Bob. Of course it would come from a field biologist. When I was one, our humor was a lot more risque. But then it also had a lot of help from a bottle of Ole Overcoat. Amanda, Smudge, Flavio, & Anna MaWheeeee [Posted in FML issue 1854]