The Wood
There is a very large wood, right next to my house
Twas a very good wood, as I understood
And it held every creature from lion to mouse
I once saw a krumpstaple as big as a table
And it smiled at me and waved
But on its back was a frickamafrack
And I saluted him for being so brave
You see, frickamafracks are often attacked
By the enormous breed of krumpstaples
But both of the beasts would certainly feast
On the trees when it oozes its maple
The maple in these trees will quickly freeze
If you breathe on it too long
So the animals lick it and slurp it and pick it
Before anything can go wrong
My mother and father when they wish to bother
Tell me to stay away
“You’ll surely get lost with the trees all so crossed”
They look at me and say
But I know that I should go into the wood
Because it makes me happy
And the krumpstaples and their backs with the frickamafracks
And the trees that are ever so sappy
Can you keep a secret, promise and keep it
Of the wood that sits by my house?
I’ll let you come play any time of the day
With the the creatures from lion to mouse
Now that it’s settled, shall I put on the kettle?
My green tea is especially good
Let’s have a picnic with tea and a breadstick
In the fabulous magical wood!
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