Humphrey sat upon the grass,
he gave a weary yawn,
"I much prefer a sandy dune
to artificial lawn."

"It's not that i'm particular,
or finicky" he said
"but I prefer some nice warm sand,
to curl on for my bed"

"and what a lovely feeling
when sand seeps through my toes,
I'd even suffer sand flies,
that itch and bite my nose"

"i'm not one to complain you know,
well maybe just a bit
the only thing I ask in life
is for a small sand pit !