The world-renowned Conjuring Kevin,
Amazed children from three through eleven.
With his rabbits from hats,
A badger or rat,
He would wow and astound half of Devon!
But for Kevin things got out of hand,
As the creatures he plucked got more grand.
An otter, a cow,
A horse, then a sow,
It was not turning out as he'd planned!
Whilst delighting a crowd with his tricks,
His hat produced tigers and chicks.
A giraffe and a goat,
A most displeased stoat,
And a mule that gave Kevin a kick!
But the hat had not finished, no way.
Next a moose, a gnu, birds of prey.
A whale and a sloth,
And a flurry of moths,
They kept coming to Kevin's dismay!
Kevin stood, muttered words, waved his hands,
Whilst surrounded by beasts from all lands.
The children aghast,
At the creatures he'd massed,
As the hat just ignored his commands!
The was-renowned Conjuring Kevin,
Still amazes from three to eleven.
But no longer with tricks,
Does he wish to transfix,
As he owns a big zoo down in Devon.
©2005 Gareth Lancaster
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