I was having tea, with Picket my old chap. When I saw a sword, I asked "What's that?" He looked at me, and gave me a grin, and that's when, the trouble began. "That's my wolf wacker. My little birdy hacker. The gem keeper. Helmers tooth picker. Made from rocked, found deep in a mine. I scared hawks, with it's pretty shine. It's my doggy poker. My feather stroker, the sky bomber. Helmers eagle calmer." I looked at Picket, This graying hare, And had a feeling, He had many a story to tell.