The Wuggly Ump
- Ed Gorey
Sing tirraloo, sing tirralay,
The Wuglly Ump lives far away.
It eats umbrellas, gunny sacks,
Brass doorknobs, mud, and carpet tacks.
How most unpleasing to be sure!
Its other habits are quite obscure.
Sing jigglepin, sing jogglepen,
The Wuggly Ump has left its den.
We pass our happy childhood hours
In weaving endless chains of flowers.
Across the hills the Wuggly Ump
Is hurtling on, kerbash, kerblump!
Whe play is over we are fed
On wholesome bowls of milk and bread.
Sing hushaboo, sing hushaby,
The Wuggly Ump is drawing nigh.
It's making an unholey fussl;
Why has it come to visit us?
What nasty little wilful eyes
For anything of such a size!
How uninviting are its claws!
How ever more so are its jaws!
Sing glogalimp, sing glugalump
From deep inside the Wuggly Ump.
- Ed Gorey
Sing tirraloo, sing tirralay,
The Wuglly Ump lives far away.
It eats umbrellas, gunny sacks,
Brass doorknobs, mud, and carpet tacks.
How most unpleasing to be sure!
Its other habits are quite obscure.
Sing jigglepin, sing jogglepen,
The Wuggly Ump has left its den.
We pass our happy childhood hours
In weaving endless chains of flowers.
Across the hills the Wuggly Ump
Is hurtling on, kerbash, kerblump!
Whe play is over we are fed
On wholesome bowls of milk and bread.
Sing hushaboo, sing hushaby,
The Wuggly Ump is drawing nigh.
It's making an unholey fussl;
Why has it come to visit us?
What nasty little wilful eyes
For anything of such a size!
How uninviting are its claws!
How ever more so are its jaws!
Sing glogalimp, sing glugalump
From deep inside the Wuggly Ump.
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rejection:
thanks
fractal:
ohh!! Ed Gorey is so neato!