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 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.
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.
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!
