Max Sings at the Swamp
Max the rat was in a funk. He sat on a stump in the damp swamp.
"I want to sing a thing," said Max. But Max had a cold.
His lung felt glum. Max went to see the king.
The king was a kind skunk. "I want to sing, but I am sick," said Max.
The king had a plan. He had a gold lamp.
He gave it a tap. A pink thing sprung from the lamp!
"I am a good witch," it said. "I can help you."
The witch gave Max a drink. It did not stink.
Max drank it all. He felt a zing!
He could sing! "Thank you!" said Max.
He and the king sung a song for the witch. It was the best thing.
