The Gentleman and the Girl

See the waddling of the gentleman,
I think he's angry at the gentlemen.

He finds it hard to see the flower,
Overshadowed by the impatient rush hour.

Who is that wallowing near the bee?
I think she'd like to eat the me.

She is but a generous girl,
Admired as she sits upon an earl.

Her brilliant car is just a cheese,
It needs no gas, it runs on knees.

She's not alone she brings a tuna,
a pet whale, and lots of acuna.

The whale likes to chase an eagle,
Especially one that's in the fliegel.

The gentleman shudders at the affectionate pepper
He want to leave but she wants the lepper.