Guess Who Is Coming For Breakfast

It was barely a rat-a-tat-tat A gnarly green grasshopper stood on my mat Well hello, I said. Want some peanut butter toast? If he has a big mouth, I’ll show him a host. He dances right in with a merry band of six. One brings a guitar. The trombone I nix. The old man’s asleep. Oh gee! That’s a bummer! We want him to become our rock and roll drummer. So I wake him up and he readily does an audition. We’ll decide soon they say, but now we’re going fish’n. I hope I was good enough, my old man says, happy. They issue him an invite, and rename him Snap Pappy.