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.’
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.
Oh, the sinister wicked wand Of mischievous tricks it was heartily fond Transform you to tar or an old mustard jar or drop you kersplash in a big muddy pond
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.
Here is Shaaaa the Beddysnake in the Evermist of the marshy lake. 4 tongues green in her mouth are seen, and her black heart eyes will make you quake.
