Petey Piper was a
viper
dreamt he was a
windshield wiper
Slithered all day in the
grass
In his dreams he lay on
glass
Petey, being quite
observant
Understood he was a
serpent
And not a
rod turned on a
gear
Designed to keep a
windshield clear
But still he could not help his
dreaming
Over windshield glass a-
gleaming
Droplets dropping,
swarming,
teeming
Sopping never-stopping-seeming
Rivulets of
rain a-streaming
Through them sunlight coldly beaming
Not enough to keep him
warm
When wiping in the thunderstorm
Petey woke up with a
shiver
In the grass beside a
river
Running water sounds had fed
The windshield wiper in his
head
No other
path was there to take
Contentedly he'd be a
snake
From his
life he would not wither
In the grass he'd stay to
slither
Petey Piper, still a
viper
dreamt he was a
windshield wiper
Slithered all day in the
grass
In his dreams he lay on
glass