The Yak

A persistent and pessimistic yak
A fact of matter and matter of fact
Was at my heals at school one day

It followed me here
And it followed me there
And could even climb the stair
All that day at school it stayed

From room to room I was tracked
By the persistent and pessimistic yak
Back to back with lack of tact

I turned around and gave a yell
What on earth and what the hell
Why do you track, is it something you lack?
Oh persistent pessimistic yak

It gave no answer but did moo
And gave me a look from xanadu
And held a razor as if to clue
With what it could not do

I protested this, but it did complain
This did just cause more strain
I had to shave the yak again
Again and again and again

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