Mr. McMay is like nothing you’ve seen. He’s small as a penguin with hair a bright green.
He doesn’t like dogs or other such beasts, And he’s constantly stealing from picnic feasts.
You’ll know that it’s him from his lemon-lime eyes, Unless he is wearing his sunglass disguise.
Of course, you could tell by his rose petal pants. They’re made in the fall by a workforce of ants.
He lives in an igloo (which makes little sense), And his two pet iguanas both sleep in small tents.
In the morning he runs up the Dewybush trees, Then he lays on the grass, and he talks to the bees.
In winter is when you must keep a keen eye, For you never know when he’ll be skipping on by.
He’ll take both his hands, and he’ll rub them together. He’ll do this quite fast since they’re light as a feather.
This creates heat that he’ll send right your way, So you’ll think that it’s oddly a warm, pleasant day.
But I warn you, my friends, it’s a devious ploy! He’s after your coat in a manner quite coy.
If you take off your jacket, he’ll rustle the leaves. You’ll put down your coat, and you’ll look at the trees.
And that’s when he’ll grab it, that winter coat thief, Even before there’s the drop of one leaf!
So it’s best in the winter to leave your coat on, Or else, when you need it, you might find it’s gone!
I’m definitely going to tell my students this story as an allegory during the winter months.