Tales of the Lambergyl Bruegles - Nonsense Verse

In a domain, now lost in time, There roamed a minervoo over the land. With five hairy legs under platelets of rime; They skidded and skated, they frimmed and they frammed. But by far the scariest, creature of all, Was the Trestial, Lambergyl Bruegal. Standing only one foot, three inches tall; It burped along gaily with its silly, audacious, rediculous call. Lambergyl Bruegals are gruff and they're mean, Bumping along in their elongated, flying machines. They'll assist you happily if they're in the mood; But if they're not - you just may be "alligator's food". Onto the paths of the jungle, laden in zoolies; They came with their bizarre, gotcha-be doolies. Onto the clearings beset with fribps; They came with their rollipops stuck to their lips. A Lambergyl Bruegal's nothing to mess with; Some folks say, they are only a myth. Don't get in their way or hit the wrong chord; You don't want to annoy one - particularly if they're bored. Let this be a warning to all those in doubt, They'll rock your world wildly, and then they will shout. The Lambergyl Bruegal's both crabby and mean, Leaving you speechless, oogling his red, Bruegal machine. I can't tell you no more, cause' I'm not allowed; Would be like an omchinoogle in its purple-white cloud. Twood' be like the frzuegal to an oncoming ghinx, Or perhaps like the mummy to its thribolex sminz.