I was doing a little jig down the sidewalk When all of a sudden This red, bulbous, obstruction pounced into my field of view I said, "Whoa, hotshot, cool down"
He/she/it did not reply "I'm talking to you kiddo Can you please communicate with me?" It just sat there staring at me. Why?
You see, hydrants can be little stinkers sometimes They'll talk your earlobe off one time Other times they act like a sack of taters They're just little drama queens
"Meow meow" said the hydrant I take a look over yonder, than ask the **** target, "Are you talking to me sir?" "Meow," it said "I'm not sure I like your tone"
"You must be some sort of mind type hacker dealio Cracking into my cerebellum, what are you doing in there? Seriously man! Come on! You must be going through emotional trauma. PTSD I don't know."
"Calm down buco, let's talk about this Over a bucket of churned goat milk, I love that stuff. How's Shirley? I hear she took up crocheting I respect that"
"Grr, graa, paa? Me oh my, this reminds me of pick up sticks all over again Hey look at this man, If you walk without rhythm, than you won't attract the worm."