Mack & Mill

Once Mack was slowly sprinting up the mole hill

In his hand was a bottomless pail he wanted to fill

He realized that he had an abundance of micro time to kill

So why not come up with a grand money scheme to later fulfill

He thought he’ll sell his pail for approx. 15.453421 bucks

And then he will buy 12 eggs laid by one week old ducks

Then he will quickly sit on those eggs for about four weeks

Hopefully he’ll see some cute little baby duck beaks

Then he’ll sell the baby ducks for 100 bucks

This quite frankly will be a lot of bucks

From these bucks there will come even more ducks

And from these ducks there will come even more bucks

After a month the little bucks will grow into adult deer

They’ll then be sold for 10 dollars to his dear enemy peer

With the 10 dollars he’ll buy 10 long iron nails

Hold on because there’s more that this plan entails

The iron nails will be melted over his gas stove

The gas stove runs on wood taken from his grove

And with his lightning quick bare fists he’ll forge a sword

The sword will greatly help him get his ultimate reward

He will challenge the king to a fierce public and private duel

That alone would make him look so cool or as the kids say ‘kewl’

He’ll defeat the king using two toes and demand a brand new pail

And then it shall be cleverly repeated this whole entire tale

“Mack!!!” his younger elder sister Mill suddenly and calmly screams

And that snaps him back to reality from his practical daydreams

But when he turned around he slipped

Or it might have been that he tripped

Mack immediately starts tumbling up the hill

And watching him with horror is poor rich Mill

“This is impossible!” says Mack, “And not just very awkward”

But then he realized that all this time he’d been crawling backward

So on Mack’s face appears a big smile, which was just an inverted frown

And yes, he broke his real gold and diamond crusted plastic crown

But along with his crown his dear pail also broke

And young old Mack with tears, started to choke

“Did you at least fill the pail?!!” asked softly, a very worried Mill

But poor wealthy Mack couldn’t answer; he was lost in thought still

“You know Mill; I’ve learned a very important political lesson today!”

“An apple a day really does keep the anesthesiologist away!”