Here’s Old Dabber of the West. His granddaughter Nim loves him best. Her smiles, so rare, she tends to share with Dabber alone above the rest.
On the world of Boad, strange pear trees grow on the cliffs overlooking the Wide Great Sea.
Motty, the hollowite nanny? Why, the length of her tongue was uncanny. With consummate ease to the tops of the trees it flicked with a bo bonny banny.
A particular favorite of the Queeeen was Bandy of Thorns, bendo dreen. He alone, you see, could control the three, the mad Triplet Princesses, each one a teen.
Sill was a twin. So was Fiss. Sailing the sea was their bliss, on a trampoline raft, most unusual craft, though they sensed there was something amiss.
