Ode To The Tail

My tail, it spins round and round,
It smacks the sky, it smacks the ground,
It swishes swishes back and forth
And smacks everything east, west, south, and north
and so on and so forth.

My tail smacks against cups and bowls,
tortilla chips, pretzels, and biscuit rolls.
I don't mean to hit things, I really don't,
but my tail won't listen, it just won't.

But even though my tail is like a whip cord rope
Do you think I could or would get rid of it-
NOPE!