What's the time Mr. Wolf?
Why, blow me down!
Tea time already is it?
Come, sit with me sir
And tell me the news.
Last night our old friend Moon
(Flaunting her monthly curves)
Sat up in the sky and listened
As you sang of
All you've seen and heard,
Recited word for word.
What a blessing it must be
To command such magnificent
Eyes and ears; so big!
(They dwarf the saucers)
I do declare, that you sir
Could tell the hour a mile away.
Far as Lambkin's house perhaps?
Or even farther!
Oh Mr. Wolf see how neatly
You serve yourself and me
With tea, despite those hairy paws
Of yours; you'd think them clumsy.
Not so, not so!
This delicate silver table set
(An heirloom of my grandmama)
You handle quite dexterously.
Such poise! Not a drop spilt.
And by the way
I must say, I have never seen
Manners impeccable as yours.
What a gentleman! If only
The Messes Pig next door
Could learn to fold a napkin
So precisely; and with such big paws!
But then again,
(Pass the sugar please)
Many times have I spied you at work
Tinkering with your antique watches
By soft candlelight, and a monocle
Balanced upon your hoary brow.
Truly an artiste!
No lies good sir, 'tis not my way.
A lifetime would be insufficient
For most to grow
The patience you show
In attending your beloved instruments.
You know, I've often wondered
Why one would forsake the forest green
For a lone log cabin?
Could it be that you wished to share
Your talents with we humble folk?
How admirable!
A kind heart costs nothing yet
They are scarcely found
Nowadays.
Indeed I feel obliged to mention;
You sir are the sweetest creature
And most cordial house guest I've
Ever had the pleasure o-
What's that?
Mr. Wolf I believe someone calls you.
Perchance that young lad
Who tends the goats?
You'd better be off then.
What's the time now?
Why blow me over,
Past noon already!
Don't let me keep you any longer.
But before you leave, sir
Let me express to you
My deepest gratitude
For fixing granny's clock.
So fond of it was she, you see
Life seemed empty without
The familiar tick-tock
And the cuckoo's cry.
I'll just fetch your coat...
Oh my! What a fool am I
To tread on your poor tail?
I'll bind it with a piece of my shawl,
Bright red so the blood won't show.
(Never mind, I can just knit another)
There,
Now take care
Adieu adieu!
I'll see you again,
Be it sunshine or rain,
Strolling down the lane,
Humming a refrain,
Making daisy chains,
My beloved, my most dear Mr. Wolf.