Oh It Was Once Called Home

There was a little thing that sat in our house

It mostly was ignored though it tooted quietly from time to time

Most ignored it,

The mules in house brayed as they talked and bantered in congress

The little trunked beast yowled of its colors

Of Red Blue and White

The mules so similarly bedecked scoffed for so colored were they

Oh the white oak and dogwood sheltered them all in the house

But in its roots nestled the fox

The fox tired of roots as a bower hatched a plan

Into the house, it would sneak and feed little long-nosed beast

Day in day out the fox did just that and as it did the beast grew

All of the house ignored what was in the room though it got bigger and bigger

MY COLORS MY COLORS! The beast would call for that was all it could say

Ignored as it was it wrecked the house

Too big it blocked said Mules from banter and congress

The fox now prowled the house freely speaking for ignored pachyderm

HIS COLORS! He would cry though now

Black Red and Gold it shoved in all the mule’s aside

Too big now for the house

Now no animal except the fox could move

So it claimed the house as its own