Ted's Daydreaming

As he looked to the skies just to wave to his God, he saw buzzards and flies but he found it quite odd that the clouds had gone home and the sun had burned out so he took out his comb placed it over his snout and he preened his moustache til the little sparks flew and it was the panache that made God dropp his shoe. When the shoe hit the ground soon the shit hit the fan and the Yorkshire-bound hound said he wasn't a man. I admire you, critter to admit what you did were you really the shitter who first dropped it, then hid? I, as God now decree you shall go through the lands you shall sniff, you shall see find the various brands of the stuff you call pooh and you keep a good log you may bypass each zoo but include every frog. When the bells ring again do remember my son he who saved all you men.. off you go, carry on!