I’m Fine Really

I’m Fine, Really

Every morning at 7:45 I catch butterflies on my tongue.

My favorite rooster, Rhode Island Red then prepares me a bowl of fish chowder,

which I enthusiastically consume to show my appreciation.

When I arrive at work I find that I am growing a long fuzzy tail,

that I refuse to acknowledge.

If anyone should notice my tail I shall refer them to my psychiatrist.