When I took Minnie for a walk,
All she wanted to do was talk.
Yap, yap, yap,
And chat, chat, chat.
Did you hear about this?
Did you hear about that?
Did you hear about Chris?
Don’t you think Paul’s fat?
And this is this,
And that is that.
Poor old Chris,
And Paul doesn’t like Pat.
And isn’t Mrs Bellows wearing a silly hat?
And what was that rat-a-tat-tat?
Minnie, Minnie, please stop right now,
You could talk the ears of a stone deaf cow.
Come on, Minnie, its silence I crave,
Your chat-chat-chat will put me in my grave.
So I ask you on my bended knees,
“Please, please, please, please, please, please.
Walk, just walk; walk, walk, walk,
And stop that talk talk-talk-talk-talk!”
Walk you say? Swell hey-hey-hey!
Walking’s fine but it’s not my way.
I like to talk, that’s what mouths are for,
I wonder what’s the cricket score?
I wonder if the Moon’s made of cheese?
Listen to that cat snort and sneeze.
Talk, talk, talk, talk, talk, talk, talk.
Talk and talk and talk; squawk, squawk.
© David Rish