I knew a wizard who had a pet lizard.
They got smothered in a blizzard.

You’d expect that he’d know what to say
on that eventful, dangerous day.
But his wand got bent and his spells went wonky –
that poor little lizard turned into a donkey!

And the snow and ice didn’t go away;
it looked like it was there to stay.
All it did was go wet and mushy
just like a KFC slushie.

The snow had turned a funky red
and they were buried right over their head.
It looked impossible, they would soon be dead,
but then the wizard stirred and said: 

“This tastes like strawberry to me.
Lick it, donkey, do you agree?”
The donkey licked and thought so too –
now they knew there was a job to do.

“I feel really bad, I must confess,
that my spell got us into this yucky mess.
But if we keep slurping, it is my guess,
we can go home and still play chess.”

So that is what they did… ah, bless. 

I know a wizard who has a pet donkey.
Don’t trust him, his spells are shonky.