T’was in my youngin days that were
I read the stories of a mysical creature
What it looked like it could not say
Din’t have mirrors in Nadahay
Maybe a heffalump, piffyfoot or eleroo,
Anything is possible, it is true
But what is it that’s left me a muddle
Its very existence is a confuddle
We all know it even our lil'uns
From charts and old fangly poems
This creature sits there as we sing
You don’t remembey? Not a sweet thing?
You know of Alpha Betty, don’t you?
You do! Well, I’ll be jiggledpendoo
Its there in the lines, just take a look
Be careful, it may get a spook
In betwixt the Jaykay bird
That is quite obviously absurd
And the particular pink Cueare Bear
Yes the one who does not care
Use your binoccy glasses if you will
Its swimming in the vocal lake of wordfill
The Elemenohpe he lives on our written junk
Not like a humble Womble they are cuteyhunk.
Honorable mention
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