As I was walking down the street one day
I saw a tree
And it began to say,
"Why, hello young lady, what is thy name?"
I was not able to answer, for I was in dismay.
The tree said, "If thou canst not answer, what is the first letter, and I shall guess."
And fortunately, I was able to utter a "K."

The tree guessed and guessed,
But to no avail.
"How about Lady Honeywick Marco the 378th?" the tree asked,
And I gasped, for that was the name of my whale.
And I told her so,
That was the name of my whale.
Her branches dropped
And upon me, they formed a veil.

"So your whale likes to swim, I see?" the tree replied.
"Well, so do I."
"My name is swmr, swmr I am."
"My name is swmr, and that is no lie."
I pushed beside the branches,
As I wondered, "Why?"
"Because," she stated, "no one would suspect"
"Someone with the name swmr would be a spy."

I gasped, and as I did, up walked a pair of scissors.
"Why, hello there," the scissors said, quote.
By now I was used to talking things
But this was a whole other boat.
"Who are you?" I asked in shock.
"Why, I shall spell it out," and on a rock, it was 'moo' he wrote.
"Your name is moo?" I asked wearily.
"Moo it is," he replied, and sang in a low note.

"Oh dear, I think I've had enough for one day," I said.
And as I turned, I began to leave.
"Do not go yet, our time is not done," said moo.
A tangled web of confusion in my brain was starting to weave
The two began to hum strange words
And I realized that I was going to be deceived.
I tried moving, but it turns out I was a rock.