Back To The Future

Down the hill, round the rill, Pickles and Flea,
And following fast is Fossil and me.
Leap, Lily, leap! With lumpishing jump,
Deat old Potater is caught in the pump.
But here comes Motater with scissors and twine
To cut off the coattails in time for the wine.
So it's back to the home, and home from the hunt
Come Measle and Chester and Nostril and Blunt:
To go there together to gather in glee
While the lamp of the evening lights limply the lea.

Someday.