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When Ambergold was the Queeeeen no sadder monarch had been seeeeen. She suffered woe on top of woe, yet sheltered hope uncommon keeeeen.

Is there any creature dimmer than a darbeast flooce? Its brain is a particle of no apparent use. It waddles all day in a random way and at night just stands there like an empty-headed moose.

Oh, what a creature is Dak the Jroon! He controls the rise of the great Ledgemoon. His gray storm eyes can mesmerize or whip the wide sea to a roaring typhoon!

Strange Donkie Ledger once did go in search of the Princess Lorelei Lo. His oratory flourish did little to nourish the bird witch’s hope of a journey not slow.

Orruneries are fiery ghosts that live in lava and do not roast. “What jolly fun to live on the sun,” sing the orruneries non-stop almost.

Young Quen Nim was often heard muttering her favorite word. What did she say day after day? “Ridiculous,” she stoutly purred.

There once was an Acrotwist Clown who set off to capture a Crown. Nobb was his name, villainy his game. Don’t be charmed by his rainbow swirl frown.

 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.

None can compare to Rindle Mer with her frothy shock of orange hair. You need not ask if she’s up to the task. She’ll revive the Woods with seconds to spare.