When I was a kid, a box of Animal Crackers could provide a lot of entertainment. It doesn’t seem right now to want to bite off their legs one at a time, to decapitate before devouring, or drown them in my soup.

As an adult, I still like to play with my food. I also like to play with words:

Animal Crackers

Imagine a pot of Panthers,
With Rocky Raccoon afloat.
Pigs playing Possum,
The chef’s a Billy Goat.

It’s a Rattlesnake brew,
With Dinosaur eggs.
Nothing makes sense,
Like a Crow with Five legs.

An Appetizing concoction,
Created in a petting zoo.
Add a little eye of Newt,
And Duck season to suit.

A Dog day afternoon,
Leads to a Cat nap.
Can’t catch a Whale,
In a Beetle trap.

It’s the day of the Jackal,
After three Dog nights.
Bats in the Belfry,
Deer in headlights.

Float like a Butterfly,
Or sting like a Bee
Be wise as an Owl,
Eat “Tuna Of The Sea.”

Step on a Camel’s toe,
And have a hump day.
Does that Fish have a tale?
Are Pigeon’s made of clay?

Add a can of Worms,
Can Buffalo wings fly?
And why would Blackbirds,
Be baked in this pie?

You could be a Cheetah.
Or simply play fair.
Dream of Pink Elephants,
Or have a night Mare.

Treat your Foxy lady,
To Golden Goose for two.
Or sip some Turtle soup,
Out of a Horse’s shoe.

Laugh like a Hyena,
Sing like a Mocking Bird.
To howl like a Wolf,
Might be preferred.

Sharp as a Wildcat’s claw,
Focused as an Eagle’s eye.
A dinner for Lions and Tigers,
And Grizzly Bears, Oh My.

Dine in a Penguin suit,
Or perhaps Shark skin.
Don’t Monkey around,
When you spot the fin.

Animal Crackers for dessert,
Don’t go with this Goat’s stew.
‘Cause if you bite the heads off,
You can’t tell who is who.

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