The Little Sky-Fall Man (Part 1)

He fell one stormy midnight clear, His feet upon his head, He deaf of mouth and blind of ear, All purple, green and red. He dined politely on a rose, Then with a speckled hen, He quickly drew himself a nose, And put it on again. He paid the hen all shiny pound, Then gave his ear a flick, A tiny thought leapt to the ground, And scurried up a stick. "Hello there little sky-fall man, A bildog, blain and ned. I live inside your gumble mind, That's right, inside your head". "My name is wonder where and how And who and what and why, And what you're wondering right now? How fell you from the sky?" Down trouble eye our little man Shed single Silver tear, As off to forge some further plan, Thought flew back down his ear. So down he stood and set he off To answer up his quest, His head puffed out, his feet aloft And walking on his chest. He walked through woods where gilbroks played Upon the purple moss, With trees all trunked of plasticine And leaved with candy floss. For three long days but not so long He walked on through the wood, Until he heard a silver song that tickled 'neath his hood. The song it came from purple rock Amid the Numbum trees, Upon the rock, the Dandy-dock Sat singing to the bees. "All hail the Dandy," our friend cried Before the purple stone, "Hello there!" Dandy-dock replied "My haven't how you've grown!" "I am afraid I cannot help" The Dandy softly groaned, "You must search out the Bollynelp Near the lake of Sollynoad" So off he trekked to find the stream That led out to the lake, Across the lands of pink ice-cream And plains of chocolate cake. The stream ran on and skipped and played, And sang it's tales of old, But in the lake the waters stayed, All tinged with green and gold. High in a tree beside the shore The Bollynelp sat chatting, He talked a little then some more Of chalk and cheese and matting. "I'm sorry," called this strange old bird To our hero down below, "A quest like yours I've never heard But the Dumble dog will know" "The Dumble dog I'm sure you'll see Upon that distant beach Where our fine land does cease to be And the jelly ocean's reach" He thanked the Bolly with a sigh And turned towards the shore, And off he walked, still feet held high, And chest upon the floor.