Imagination

I came to thee by the Rumbum tree, when you were the height of the grasshopper's knee, Came a trumping sounded as a fruit fell free, landing with a splat, rumbumbly bee! Well you could not believe your eyes! Rumbum trees could tell no lies, Their fruit it trumps and rumps and bumps, It rumbles and bumbles and bumbly thumps! I raise my head to look amongst the leaves, Though they were bare from RumBum thieves! Well, in shock, you looked toward me, Spattered with the juice of the Rumbumb Tree! You ran, I chased, Through the Bumbly Thump Grass, Over the WobbledyBob hills and the overpass! I caught you when came to a stop did thee- to pick a fruit from a Rumbum Tree! At last I stopped to gaze in wonder, Perhaps to eat just one would be no blunder, Trumpety Thump and Rumbly Bumble... WobbledyBob and RumBum tree... I found out the fruit was very tasty!