The Whatchamacallit

After school my friend Fawn had a fit:
She fell down and screamed and hit;
She fussed and kicked and bit--

Fawn just wouldn't stop!
Fawn just wouldn't quit!

Fawn wanted to be like the other kids:
She wanted The Whatchamacallit!

What is this thing called
The Whatchamacallit you say?
Haven't you seen it called
that on the TV screen today?

Whatchamacallit
Whatchamacallit

It's the latest thing!

Whatchamacallit
Whatchamacallit

It dances and sings!

Whatchamacallit
Whatchamacallit

It has angel wings!

Whatchamacallit
Whatchamacallit

It has everything!

Whatchamacallit
Whatchamacallit
Whatchamacallit...

But--Fawn wouldn't sit--
Not for me--
Not for her mom--
Not for her dad--
Not for another friend--
Not even for a single moment!

Over and over Fawn cried,
"The Whatchamacallit is the latest thing,
the latest thing--"

Over and over Fawn tried,
"The Whatchamacallit dances and sings,
dances and sings--"

Over and over Fawn pined,
"The Whatchamacallit has angel wings,
has angel wings--"

Over and over Fawn whined,
"The Whatchamacallit has everything--
it has everything!"

Fawn jumped up and down!
Fawn danced all around!
Fawn stood and stomped!

But in the end,
Fawn never won...

Not even once!

Fawn learned a "big girl lesson" she'll never forget:
There's a certain way to ask for The Whatchamacallit!

"If I really want The Whatchamacallit
I need to please ask for it in a nice way
But for now, I'll kneel down and patiently wait,
and wait--

"...and pray..."

--bro. tim pickl
Tuesday February 5, 2008 A.D.

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