Hortley Hurr

Hortley Hurr a sly old cur
bear his teeth at a mistaken child
swap your drink with an acid vial
Hortley Hurr and his stench ridden fur!

Mean and evil he takes all day
planning and coniving
of dastardly tricks
on all of us that he will play

be aware for with speed he charges
blinded by the wind he flies
towards your face with worms
and into your mouth with them he barges

entering your oesophagus
and down to your stomach
with salty worms he will plummet
your intestines will be his haggus

Hortley Hurr the dastardly curr
to us all he seems so mean
but to himself he is supreme
Hortley hurr with your stench ridden fur

Tap, alap a tap to tap
Sip the lip slip slap
Bop clop top clap
Wuhoah! mean man!

Hortley hurr, was raised by birds
this explains his meanness but not his demeanour
with a shiny toothy smile he runs around
throwing water on the plants
getting sand on his pants

what is it with this Hortley Hurr?
does anyone know?
have you will to find out?
within his beacon tree he hides
afraid of smoke nose moths!

moths with large smokey noses,
how they haunt his dreams
they took his bird family away
as he was a child

alone he was left, to rot in a pit
but the worms pulled him back up
hortley hurr, how your heart must hurt
surely poorly raised by the worms you were
look to the sky, find solice!

Hortley Hurr your screams were heard
a lonely child with a feathered beard
no more need to cry, no need to inflict it on others!
find your friends Hortley Hurr!

Look up and down, all around!
do not give up when face you does a challenge!
you are strong, you have courage!
measly moths cannot stop your flurry!

Come and take the birds back,
for they haunt my place
and the moths left them here laughing,
teasing me with their smokey chuckles

silly moths!