As the banana walked down the street, you could see he looked very beat.
The night before he tossed and turned, he dreamed about butter, being churned.
He realized he needed to cut his hair, but all he could think was “Where, Where?”
He walked into the barber shop; he needed to get his hair chopped.
He walked up to the man, and said “Hi” and shook his hand
The man and took out his big sharp razor, and started cutting the Banana’s blazer.
The banana got very mad that day; he took his keys and ran away.
The banana bought a jacket this time; he found one he liked, for only a dime.
He wore that jacket all day and night, but he took it off to fly his kite.
Later, Banana was as stiff as a rock, from wearing his jacket that made people shocked.