Ed and Arf
Ed has a toy truck
He likes to call it Ed
He vrooms it to the left
Then vrooms it to the left
Arf hears thunder
Through slices of bread
He likes to stick
Unbuttered toast
To his buttered head
Ed has a place he sits
He likes to call it Ed
Arf often joins him
He likes to squeeze right in
A Pidgeon came to rest
On the bench where they
both sit
She sings songs of triumph
Songs of maniacs
Ed has names for the birds
He likes to call them Ed
Arf provides lunch for them
Pecked pieces off his head
They both enjoy the company
Of birds, of trees, and bended
knees
They keep time in harmony
They sit and see what they can
see
Ed stood up , he’d had enough
Arf blew a kiss goodbye
World War Two
The Greatest War
The one they both survived
Ed and Arf go to the park
They’re wheeled there every day
Ed calls his brother Ed
Arf wouldn’t have it any other way.
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