Findlestump knows neath the roundabout tree
while whether they cackle or nibble not
wickle neeches gather for moonbeam tea
avoid shankily roots or you'll be caught
a morsel you'd be for their appetite
poor findlestump's uncle, he lost his way
a fumble dool they gobbled in three bites
couldn't even screel, or so auntie says
shinilly hero you are? oh I see
that vorpal sword tied to your bearing back
slaughtered some foe called a jabba wockee?
thickity thack you're a snickity snack!
findlestump knows neath the roundabout tree
wickle neeches gather by hex of me