The wise and Noble Bimble Bop

The wise and noble Bimble Bop,

A Tale so they say,

Is still talked of in Romania,

Britan and Pompai.

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The little klonkers scream and shriek.

The elders nod their heads.

The Moon Bongs are so scared by it,

They huddle in their beds.

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The story goes that long ago,

When walking through the wood,

A traveler thought he saw a man,

He really thought he could!

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The traveler followed day and night

Untill he reached a house,

And there the Bimble Boppling hid,

As scared as a BoBam mouse.

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The house was made of cracking wood.

The door was still ajar.

He wondered should he take a look

Or stay hidden from afar.

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A Flarg drew up to the crumbiling house.

And was mounted by the man.

The Bimble had a wondrous thought.

The Bimble made a Plan!

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The Flarg rode away to a place unknown.

The Bimble was delightened.

He skipped, He Hopped he Mimbled about,

He wasnt even frightened.

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He Crept inside and found the lights,

And then the Bimble saw,

Gold and diamonds before his eyes,

And treasures such Galore!

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So into his bag the Bimble Stuffed,

As many as he could.

He put them down his socks

And  wraped them in his hood.

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He ran although the load was Huge.

Through every Wood and Stream.

You see the Bimble had to go,

The Bimble had a dream!

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The Bimble knew an awful thing.

He knew the man had pillaged,

All this loot and lovely gold,

From every town and village.

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The Bimble traveled to every place.

Returning all the gold.

This is why the World still says.

The Bimble Bop was Bold.

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To go into an outlaws house,

And take away his wealth.

It really is a Nobel thing.

And not good for your health!

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And so the tale lives on and on.

That Bimble was the Greatest,

And We Dont care that cause of it. 

The man still probably hates us!  

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The End

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