Just picking up old rags and bottles,

When onward on my way I plod,

I saw a host of axolotls;

Beside the lake, beneath the trees,

A sight to make a man’s blood freeze.

//

Some had handles, some were plain;

They came in blue, red pink, and green.

A few were orange in the main;

The damnedest sight I’ve ever seen.

The females gave a sprightly glance;

The male ones all wore knee-length pants.

//

Now oft, when on the couch I lie,

The doctor asks me what I see.

They flash upon my inward eye

And make me laugh in fiendish glee.

I find my solace then in bottles,

And I forget them axolotls.

     //Mad Magazine, issue 43, 1958 //