Never Rent To A Crocodile

Kangaroo and Cockatoo
became best friends at the Memphis zoo.
They'd wile away each Saturday
content to laugh and sing and play
until one starry summer night
they both received a dreadful fright
when Crocodile, with a crafty smile,
announced he'd come and stay awhile.
"Now, sir, that's fine but I'm inclined
to say to one who's so refined
our modest place for you, Your Grace,
has no fine ambiance or taste.
Don't be in haste.  Let's find a place
that's not so vulgar, not so base.
Oh, wait!  I know the way to go.
My memory is getting slow.
Just down the block you should take stock
of Harry's place.  Just go and knock
at 22 North Avenue.
It's new and clean.  It has a view!
The chickens there, oh what a pair,
will make a deal that's very fair."

He forms a smile, fine crocodile,
which means in just a little while
he'll set a pace to go embrace
dear Harry's tasty chicken place.
With plaintiff sigh and clever eye
the reptile turned and said goodbye.

Poor Cockatoo and Kangaroo
assessed the hour they'd just been through.
"Imagine, dear, him living here!
Our days would pass in dreadful fear.
I'll tell you more of what's in store.
Those chickens had better lock the door!"