In the wasteland lost was Blinky Greenwing, his mind swept clean with nothing on to cling. With his powerful stare he was yet unaware of a glorious future wherein he would be king.
In the Swump of Greedge beyond Long Thin Lake live a pair of swumpogglers always awake. Of beaks each has two. They use them, it’s true, to sing 4-part harmony pretty as cake.
What a handsome wizard is Billow Splash with pale blue eyes so long of lash. Maidens galore fall on the floor whenever he offers to take out the trash.
Pepperhead Beanpackage was his name before to the Chasm of Kraan he came. Now he’s Arch Lion. There’s no denyin’ for galones and ibblers he keeps lit the flame.
Weedthistle flits there and about. She tends to the honey. Of that there’s no doubt. Magnificent things are her bright yellow wings. Whenever she flaps ’em – oh dazzle, sing out!
The witchlet sisters are lost in snow. Where did they come from? Where will they go? I can tell where they’ll dwell. In the windwhirl’s land where the chack trees grow.
Behold the Princess Ivah Skay. She outwitted her parents and ran away. She rebelled against Law and became the Green Va. Why did she do it? I really can’t say.
What can one say about Jemby when addressing the ruling assembly? He’s a goblin, it’s true, and he isn’t one, too. It’s enough to make one all trembly.
Here’s Dosh, the hutkeeper, lost in dreams. Her quest? To solve rain riddles, it seems. How long will it take? Will her frail mind break? When she opens her eyes, a madness there gleams.
Oh, what a fool is the Fool called Fatch. For this grouchy old jester there is no match. I’ll tell you that it’s his jingle bell hat driving him straight to the looney bin hatch.
