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.
The Quing of Blossom could not be more haughty. To tell you the truth, she’s really quite snotty. Nose in the air, she simply can’t bear the rudeness of crudeness or anything naughty.
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.
Ragaba’s a jrabe. She floats upside down. Activity ceases when she glides through the town. It’s no big surprise with her milky white eyes and her up falling hair and green satin gown.
The racketous garl is quite an odd creature. Tentacles numerous are its outstanding feature. Don’t venture too near. If you do, well, I fear with its great snapping beak it surely will eature.
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.’
