“Hello! I’m Charli the Flying Chinchilla!”
Charli was a Chinchilla –
and, as I am struggling
to find a rhyme for Chinchilla,
I will ask you this:
‘What do you call a Chinchilla
with no is?’
Answer: a ‘chnchlla!’
Anyway, I don’t know why,
but a Chnchlla
(or a Chinchilla, if you like)
cannot fly
(and, more for information’s sake,
than for anything else,
they are also unable
to ride a bike –
they can’t reach the pedals,
for a start,
change gear,
or apply the brake –
their limbs being quite
short)
and it is thought
that
when they developed from fish
sixty-five million years ago
the absence of bicycles
was a factor in this.
Now, sighing, they often wish
to cycle down country lanes,
atop a two-wheeled contrivance;
or, satisfy their craving
to ride upon
a penny-farthing
over some crazy paving.
However, land-based still
would be the Chnchlla
abreast the two-wheel vehicle;
when what they really want
is to fly
high
in the sky!
Why?
I haven’t a clue –
do I look like a Chnchlla psychiatrist
to you?
I do?
Well, I’m not.
Most Chnchllas
stay firmly Earth-bound
upon the ground
is what long and lengthy
(not to mention ‘costly’ – so I won’t)
research has found.
Until, one day,
not so long ago,
a Chnchlla ran away
to join the circus.
Sung: ‘They fly through the air
with the greatest of ease;
those daring Chnchllas
on the flying trapeze.’