• Deep in the jungle of Hullabaloo,
    I saw a wild trombone.
    And as I loaded a bullet or two,
    it answered its cellphone.
    "Hello?" It blurped into the speaker
    while I carefully aimed my ear.
    And as it spoke, I became weaker.
    Love of music, not fear.
    This creature is tame and safe, I thought.
    Its bubblegum teeth are chewy.
    And as for the trophy which I sought,
    it would have left my fireplace gooey.
    I let that trombone live today,
    Whoever would-a thunk it?
    And as I turned to sneak away,
    it ate a baby trumpet.