Lopsidock

If I went to Lopsidock I'd find my long lost polka-dot sock I left it there on my way to Roo along with my conundrum shoe. In Lopsidock the Sojo birds have learned to speak in native words They eavesdrop on the foreigners and consider themselves great listeners I tell you true, I tell you right my polka-dot sock is out of sight For Sojos are also known as thieves and you never know what is up their sleeves. They especially like the color blue and anything made with marshmallow glue They also are great marble buffs and their sleeves clinkle clankle with stolen stuff So, goodbye my long lost polka-dot friend I wish you great happiness in Sojo bird land Maybe, someday, I'll travel back through and we'll reunite, you, me and shoe.