Speaking of Persimmonetta

Persimmonetta was a beautiful faery maiden indeed She had eyelashes galore and a grasshopper for a steed Is she the one with pink hair asked a bullfrog, just freed From a witch’s mushroom house, way down under a weed I refused to answer, for he was sporting a smart suit made of tweed His reputation was one of fly-eating, jealousy and greed. Is her name Persimmonetta? Asked a snake from the weed. I screamed and ran off, fear leading me far away to meet my own need.