No spiders spin
No butterflies
No birds to sing
No wasps to sting
No chorus at dawn
Nor at evensong
Since Chevvie and Wimble
Have come along
'Look out! Look out!'
Hoots the owl
'Watch out! Watch out!
They are on the prowl
Hurry home to your nests
Choose another garden for rest
For since those tabbies have arrived
Not many of us have survived'
'We heard a tale'
Said the bumble bees
'Of a time when the garden was safe
With Sia and Mese
Who used to sit and watch the frogs
Not gobble them down whilst sitting on logs
And Muddle who every now and then
Would partake of pigeon breast or hen
And quietly move from house to house
In search of a ratling or a mouse'
All is gone. All is dead
The wrens, the robins they lost their heads
Chevvie and Wimble can you try
To let things hop and let things fly
Not chomp and gnash and crunch and chew
This is the end of this tale toodle-oo
