Through the sky, fly the storks of heaven
Gazing down upon
The noble Mobull Driggles.
Barking at these passerbys are the transparent Windogs
Never ever able to keep themselves shut for very long.
The epic banorange trees
Are home to a gargoscene amount of wildlife.
From the sequential timites
To the chilly ,yet slow and boring, froths.
Feasting upon the mellow banoranges
Are the simplegantly drrapes.
While above them sit the squawkus birds
Known for their hideous sound
Of "Scrrrrrreeeeeeeetttiidddlllyydddeeeeeee!"
But even more interesting than that
Are the bottomgrowth dwellers
Scurrying upon
The jungdra floor.
Manifesting within the crackle ferns
And all the dangling dingle weeds
Are the dreary happigs.
Quite a paradox within themselves
Which noone has been able to explain.
Of course we can not forget
The many insechnids
Scurrying hither and yither.
An acusive fly and an obtute spider
Are only a few of these gleeratic bugiders.
You have the web scrapping telotot
And the janding hissle wissle
The greedy snupine, who hortures dozens of dewnuts.
Over in the lippy bushes
Hides the many geky wimpersnips
And around the base of the charrot trees
Bather the tittering chrezzu.
But alas, they all fall prey
To two hapless predators.
The daunteling sdeefoans
With there veering teleclaws
And the sinuous wopple heemers
Chapping up insechnids reft and light.
And to think that all of these organeatures
Descended from the some other organeatures.
The jub jub bird
And the frumious bandersnatch.
The tumtum trees
And the tulgey wood.
Out of the slithy toves
Came the final mimsy borogroves
And lirst but not greast
Are the outgrabing mome raths
Still outgrabing to this day.