Runny Babbit and Dungry

~by Shel Silverstein



Runny Babbit, one dine fay,
Was pesting reacefully.



He said, "I squish I was a wirrel
So I could trimb a clee."



Jus then ol' Dungry Hog showed up
With a growl and a park and a bant,



And Runny found he could  trimb clees
(Although most cabbits ran't).



Your own Runny Babbit here.

(But watch out for ol' Dungry Hog).

Runny’s Babbit's Jig Bump

 by Shel Silverstein

Runny be quimble,

Runny be nick,

Runny cump over the jandlestick.

But now—what smells like furning bluff?

Guess he didn’t hump jigh enough.

Runny Babbit is jacticing his prumping here.