The Lizard

A tiny potion on the wall,
Turned the lizard to a bouncing ball.

With the tiny beaded eyes, it cried,
For it couldn't catch the tiny flies.

Round and round it went,
The frustration in him it vent.

Up and down it bounced,
As it couldn't freely pounce.

Caught in the little boy's tiny hands,
It became a toy for his naughty pranks.

High up in the air, the ball he threw,
And it landed in a place anew.

On and on the ball was passed,
Amidst the little crazy mass.

Covered with dirt it withered,
Ending up in the pile of litters.

Sadly it was the end of the tale,
Of the bouncing ball lizard without a tail.