Merlin the Jeep

me and merl went trekking far and away

to the jungley jungle and the misty-topped mountains

roaring through rivers and potholes galore,

winding, twisting, mucking up mud

and splashing the soup,

we gurgled and jostled and made such a racket

to make every gecko fly up and away,

save one stray amigo who made a great leap

and landed on merl, the incredible jeep

his poor little eyes must have grown thrice in size

when he saw what a zipping good ride he would get

the brave merl-surfing gecko held on with each toe

but catching more air than he really did care,

he scampered up quick from window to roof

so off we all went, over rock, under stream

me, merl, and the gecko, who since hasn't been seen