I looked into the Wishing Well, I said, "oh well, best make a wish.
"I want something that flops and loves; and make it wet like fish."
Upon those words, I sent my coin, I watched the water ripple thoughtfully.
Then I regretted the waste, and pulled it back up with the bucket pulley.
By now, the leaves were turning red, our home as cold as the outdoor shed,
The sun was out 2 hours a day, the beams of light were frail and waned,
We couldn't do much more than stay indoors, I could hardly do the daily chores.
Then suddenly, a shuffling, a squawking, a stuttering