96. The man who’s shrew was his horse and his horse was his shrew

His shrew was his horse and his horse was his shrew

It was nothing to do with their size

He rode his shrew to work each day

And kept his horse caged up cage inside.

I know what you’re thinking

You want me to dip in and answer the questions that’s ‘why’

There’s simply no reason, you’ve only to see him

To know he’s a fairly strange guy