The Bunny of Shalott--Part I
Parody of Tennyson's "The Lady of Shalott"

On either side the ocean lies
Great Deserts of cactus and of pie
That cloak the sand and meet your eyes
And thro' the desert where roadrunners fly
	To many Arabed Camel-lot
And up and down the humps do go
Grazing where the magpie grow
Round a burrow down below
	The burrow of Shalott

Lizards lighten, flowers quiver
Little meeces run and shiver
Thro' the dune that jogs for ever
By the Burrow in the desert
	Blowing round to Camel-lot
One round wall and one brown ceiling
Under ground of hooves that pummel
And the quiet burrow is a tunnel
	The Bunny of Shalott

On its edges, lizard cover'd
Are many things, lightly color'd
Which have not yet been discover'd
They are drowned being cactus-smother'd
	Prickling all in Camel-lot
But who hath seen him lift a paw?
Or even watched him see his saw?
Or has he starred on yon Hee-Haw
	The Bunny of Shalott

Only peepers, peeping later
In among his dirty crater
Hear a banter like Ralph Nader
From a dromedary-hater
	The senator of Camel-lot
And by the sun, the peeper tired
Piling sleeves on dunes admired
Listening whispers ' 'Tis the
	fairy Bunny of Shalott. '