In the reign of Mirklezar
The theakletuffin king
Times were hard for mirklims
And the Cumbleduffinbing
There were shortages of Slershernuff
And gooeydopper soup
All the mirklims had to eat
Was gootimirk and schloop.
In the secret garden of the Cumbleduffinbing
The gooeydopper grows and the slershernuffer sing
But the Cumbleduffinbing was rarely ever seen
Since he'd been snibbledorping the Theakletuffin queen.
“If only I could find him”, said the Theakletuffin king
“I’d like to have a wordlet with the Cumbleduffinbing.”
So the mirklims brewed a barrel of humpletwithleting
To stop the snibbledorping of the Cumbleduffinbing
And then filling up their humpleflasks
A hardy band of three
Mirklims triffled off
Headed for Affleby-on-Sea.
By the Cambernooney Sea
Rested the Cumbleduffinbing
When the mirklims triffled up
With their humpletwithleting
They tied him up with morkel weed
He gave a cumble roar
With humpleflasks at ready
They pushed him to the floor
They may be small and mirkish
But in threes they’re mighty strong
They gave him such a flask full
That the plan went twithle wrong.
So, the secret garden keeper
Was overdosed, and died.
The theakletuffin queen
Was so morose she cried
And flooded mirklim valley
With theakletuffin tears
So noone saw a slershernuff
For fifty seven years.
The moral of this story isn’t hard to ascertain
Because random snibbledorping is such a deadly game,
But mirklims take it too far
And everyone agrees
That the king should pass a law
To stop them triffling in threes.