![]() Ink, Blink and Mustard, they rudely called him Percival, Mustard was as brave as a tiger in a rage,īelinda tickled him, she tickled him unmerciful, Mouth like a fireplace, chimney for a nose,īelinda was as brave as a barrel full of bears,Īnd Ink and Blink chased lions down the stairs, Now the name of the little black kitten was Ink,Īnd the little grey mouse, she called him Blink,Īnd the little yellow dog was sharp as Mustard,īut the dragon was a coward, and she called him Custard.Īnd spikes on top of him and scales underneath, With a little black kitten and a little grey mouse,Īnd a little yellow dog and a little red wagon, ![]() Read it aloud, paying attention to the rhythm. ![]() This poem is a humorous ballad close to a parody. You must be familiar with ballads that narrate tales of courage or heroism. ![]() This poem is written in the style of a ballad - a song or poem that tells a story. ![]()
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