Hocus Focus

He stood at the forest's edge                          
A pint of Irish whiskey in one hand                          
And watched the pale  pink snow falling                 Between the trees and covering the land               Then saw two wingless snow angels                         That were walking hand in hand                
Who were followed by the dark horse              
Pushing a dilapidated cart with his front hoofs       He heard the soft, sweet music playing                  Caught a glimpse of a huge baboon                        Conversing with the karaoke queen                          
                         
Now here comes the super sleuth                          
Who's madly trying to make his last clue work       Two lively cats hung by their tails from                
 a  tree limb curiously counting all the multicolored chickens sleeping      
 In  the empty robin's nest                          
He watched in awe as the bands came                   Marching through leading the parade                          
A leprechaun was dancing then stopped                 To look the gift horse directly in the face                  
 
 It's then as he stood in his drunken stupor            that he saw the flailing, ancient king                        Come speeding past all dressed up in rags           He stopped just long enough to say, "Hey, hey folks everyone should know, the show, it isn't over until the snow owl sings"                        
The last one on the scene was                        
 the voiceless talking trout without a single gill       Who said, 'It's alright if you                        
don't understand the moral of  the story                 Perhaps no one ever will."