Part I
An Attercop sat on my bench
As if it\'d always been there
It said: \"I\'m waiting for \'La Dench\'
Always wanted to see her.\"
\"What will you ask her\", I replied
\"Will it change the world as we know it?\"
\"As for the world,\" \'Cop blatantly lied
\"Don\'t know much about it
I just tend to see and enjoy it.\"
Part II
Next morning Attercop sat in my pants
And wriggled his legs and toes
\"What do you mean by these fits and throes
will they bedazzle me and enchant?\"
\"I don\'t think the will\"
he said without sitting still
\"can\'t you see I just like to dance?\"
Part III
One evening, I\'d come home quite late
I found Attercop by the stove on my plate
he was nibbling my peas, yes! my very own food
he seemed greatly relaxed and in a good mood
I was tired and angry and wanted my peace
I said: \"Ma dear Attercop will you please
go elsewhere and boil you head?\"
(Indeed in my excitement so I said)
He eyed my kindly with all eight eyes
and let ou a parental sigh
\"Why so fiendish?\" he said jiggering nigh
\"You do know that anger isn\'t wise?\"
I had picked up a pea and was ready to throw it
but swiftly he ducked with a generous smile
\"Ay, ay my dear, It\'s no good and you know it
you\'re easily going to miss by a mile!\"
I sat myself down by the stove in a haze
and deeply lamented: \"Why me!\"
he soothingly whispered: \"Why now! Let it be!\"
and retired with my last bit of maize