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.
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.
The Lord High Dulcimer’s in a tizzy. The weather’s gone wild. He’s awfully busy running the show from high to low. He’s racing in circles. He’s making me dizzy.
Berry productive is the fuzzletong tree. Its berries are magic as magic can be. To unfreeze the witch without any hitch a handful is rubbed on her face, not her knee.
The Squirrels of Horn chitter away through half of the night and all of the day. Don’t ask them why. They’ll only reply, ‘Chittery chit chit chit chittery chay.’
The mysterious windwhirl is oh so pink. To strange dimensions it’s a link. Knowledge it brings as it whissssper sings to questing witches on adventure’s brink.
This is the Blossom Castle Crump. Jesterbeasts say he’s an awful grump. Front face or back, of smiles there’s a lack. No wonder those jesters call him The Lump.
Amzo, mother of Lorelei Lo, mother of Lovey, mother of Ambergold, mother of Lady May, who had one son and no daughters, but her twin brother was the father of the lively triplets, Wun, Tuu and Thrii
