Mommy, It's A YAK!

There was a Shetland pony
Who just could not scratch his back
And that is why I was so sure
That pony was a YAK!








He rubbed against the barn door
It was driving him insane
The only thing that he achieved
Was matting up his mane.










He brushed along the fence post
'Cause he couldn't take the torture
But all that he succeeded in
Was pulling out some more fur.








He swatted at the tree trunks
Alas, to no avail
All that he managed to do
Was tangle up his tail.








What we think is one thing
May often be another,
And that is why we never judge
A book based on its cover.