The Jimply

"Walk!", cried the jimply from his perch above the fruited plain. With fiery lanterns they did search o'er the vast terrain. They trudged all day and trudged all night until each got a small blister. Oh, how I recoil at their woeful plight - I'll tell you that much mister. The jimply's demand was nothing short of "Find my whatchamacallit!", though most secretly prayed to the lord above that they would find his wallet. They slogged till the eyes in their heads turned from green to red, bleeding like cats and dogs they did, like streams of fish, they bled. 'Til the smallest said aloud, "oh great jimply of renown, you strike me as absurd. You are not an adverb, nor are you no noun. I don't think you are a word."