As I strolled down the motorway

One afternoon in June,

I met a man who was made of jam

So I ate him with a spoon.

I strolled along as the day wore on

And the sun gave way to the moon,

Till I met a stork who was made of pork

So I ate her with a knife and fork

And whistled a merry tune.

By then ’twas night and my hair was a fright

And I climbed into my bed,

Where I met a snake that was made of cake

But I knew at once it was a fake,

So I threw it in a nearby lake

And had chips and peas instead.