the stars look clumsy tonight

I don’t roar like a tiger
Just tend to rabbit on
And my metaphor is really dragon
But like a rat up a drainpipe
I do so love to monkey around
And though I can be a bit of a boar
I’ll either float your boat or get your goat
But I’m starting to get a bit horse
So I’ll stop sneaking past
Like a snake in the grass
This dog of a verse
That’s dumb as an ox
But when the rooster crows at dawn
All is forgiven