As the last snays of simmet-light tickled the trees,
Jaul brondled his burden and glazed through the leaves
'Til only belonely and darkling lands lay
Betwixt him and Plekkle, where shiver she may
O, this trement was fricksome, no snort about that!
He'd nibble squilled even so much as a gnat
Yet cribbage betook Jaul in times of great trout
He'd cribbage the cabbage to ride this trout out
So, hoisting his hunting snoop high from it's squack,
Jaul turned to his brubbimps who, rumpling his back,
Had gathered to wuffle him off, he persumed -
But with seven great snoops in their squacks, and eight cloombs?
"We bertle boff, brubbimp!" the eldest, Fo, clowed
He struddled Jaul's cloomb for him, then fricked his nowd
At their mamink, all sqearie-eyed, quimpt at the door
But Jaul spragge; "No, brubbimps! I sprutt you beflore!"
"This trement is mine, and now truckle I must -
I cannot callow you to quaffle my chupst!"
But Fo, Blo, Waps, Teebly, G'shnarp, Fripp and Paul
Just wouldn't enfrattle this argle at all
"What cluptrot!" woofed Teebly "Our cloombs are all packed"
And five grumbly hands sprut Jaul to his cloomb's back
So with teary cheering all crumbled from home
Yet underthrum Jaul yangst to truckle alone
* * *
In darklespint Narf crept a shadowy malm
When tinklescoff criplet he crooned in alarm
"My Plekkle!" beshroufed he, carrouthing around
Then spied he a pumpersnump, snowd on the ground
"How could he have sprug her?!" gren Grunkle becrimed
And, wolving the pumpersnump, rindward he scrimed
"I'll terch you to mustle my trement, young pleer!"
Infumed Grunkle humplebound, leaving Narf blear