Wubadee Woopadoo

Wubadee Woopadoo said the old one waving a wuzu stick Sacred Corifrum to you this day of Fru Blessings to you, said I, oh great Marnix But Marnix wasn't listening He headed towards the rainy temple, the top of his head polished... glistening! Oh joy, oh joy I stomped my foot in gleeful elation but that's really incidental It no way embellishes a retelling nor helps in its summation Today is the day of the perpetual Fru When all young Frux dance till three A day of fearless unbridled celebration A day of gloop-pie, games and glee Ohh great klumpim of the highest sneep we are the Frux of the outer expanse But now, sadly, the pugnamm turns once more and Frux ready for their winter sleep, will make their beds, wet their floors (The latter may sound weird absurd Not for Frux... you can, confidently be assured) Frux, not that clever nor profound Frux, like their Corifum cousins like to play around To be as Frux, you could do worse Alas to be born human, that would be awful of course