Don’t venture past the wall,
‘Cause who knows what you’ll catch, little lass,
From the dreaded Midnight Gobbersnatch…
Just what she’s after, nobody knows
But you best be careful not to step on her toes
Or she’ll cast a spell and send you into a doze…
Past the trees over yonder,
A delicious meal’s a-cooking
In the House of the Hopperkin…
Wave the wand above the book,
Spin the magic into a twister,
And summon forth the Nabalok…
Down in the damp,
Deadly and dastardly,
the Cochatripe dines…
Under logs and in shallows,
Accursed by a Witch’s ruling,
Beware the Frollagritch’s drooling…
A miniscule Sprog leads It home for the day,
There It sleeps for long months at a time,
Finally It awakes to sing its songs and rhymes…
Falling down from the sky,
With a clunk and a trot,
Here comes the Astarot…
Relieves you of your purse;
In amongst the thieves and singers,
The Robba-Womp’s haul dispersed…
It can’t be chained,
It slips through bonds,
Like light in the rain.
‘Tis why we never accept
A Gastershire’s Bet,
‘Tis why we never upset
The Gastershires’ Pet…
And in their midnight trance,
With blood on its hands,
The Ackruell commands…
You’ll see something profound:
Majestic and Magnificent
Come! Witness the Wollifont…
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