Mighty Whispafoke

The Whispafoke hode and shode in the luneshone night,
They crooled and they drooled with the Feystalk on sight,
Jiled and leager they darked in the black treetop,
Creeping as they hunted the Feystalk Hee-top.


With the hush-hush signal the Whispafoke fell,
Galooping and bellowshing their warfoke yell,
It creened its neck and yelled at the fellfare sight
The Hee-top went down without fair fight.


So when you go meandering in the luneshone glare,
Don't forget the wickies and mickies who spawn there,
Prom with a crowd and be slighty underspoke,
You all do well to dread the mighty Whispafoke.