The Amazing Journals of B'Elana
Moonhogg throws his socks around,
They hit the sofa, then the ground.
They roll around the floor a while,
To find them all is quite a trial.
But they turn up in Bella's thread
When she has left and gone to bed
So MMF will wash them right —
They need to be the brightest white —
To wear to work with cutest shorts
And white lab coat he daily sports
With hairy legs just hanging there —
There's just some things we shouldn't share!