The land of Wuzzles

In the Land of Wuzzle, where the skies twirl and fizz,
Lived the Wuzzle-folk, each a peculiar whiz.
Not a cat, not a dog, not a bird, nor a bear,
But a jumble of two, with a flair debonair!


There was Bumblelion, with a mane and a sting,
Half a lion, half bee, oh, what joy he could bring!
He’d roar through the meadows, then buzz to the stars,
Chasing Wuzzle-dust dreams beneath Wuzzle-world’s bars.


Eleroo was next, with a trunk and a tail,
Part elephant, part kangaroo, he’d never quite fail.
He’d hop with a thump, then he’d flap his big ears,
Carrying Wuzzle-friends’ hopes and their giggles and cheers.


Butterbear fluttered with wings soft and sweet,
Half a bear, half a butterfly, light on her feet.
She’d tend to the flowers in the Wuzzle-gloom glade,
Sprinkling honey-dew sparkles that never would fade.


Moosel, the dreamer, half moose and half seal,
Would paddle through clouds with a whimsical zeal.
His antlers caught starlight, his flippers caught breeze,
He’d tell tales of Wuzzle-waves dancing with ease.


Hoppopotamus bounced with a hippo’s grand might,
Half a rabbit, half hippo, she’d spring day and night.
She’d thump and she’d hop till the Wuzzle-ground shook,
Singing songs that she read from a Wuzzle-song book.


And Rhinokey, the rascal, half rhino, half ape,
With a horn and a swing, he’d escape any scrape.
He’d juggle Wuzzle-fruit high in the Wuzzle-pine trees,
Cracking jokes that would tickle the Wuzzle-world’s knees.


Now one Wuzzle-day, when the sun wore a grin,
A peculiar problem came twirling right in.
The Wuzzle-Whirl Pool, where their colors would blend,
Had stopped spinning its magic—oh, what a dead end!


Without the Whirl Pool, their colors would fade,
No more Bumblelion’s gold, no more Butterbear’s jade.
No Eleroo’s purple, no Moosel’s bright blue,
No Hoppo’s pink bounce, nor Rhinokey’s red hue.


“Oh, what shall we Wuzzle?” cried Bumblelion’s roar.
“We can’t be un-Wuzzled, we’ll Wuzzle no more!”
Eleroo flapped his ears, and he hopped with a frown,
“If our colors all vanish, we’ll tumble right down!”


But Butterbear fluttered and said with a hum,
“Let’s Wuzzle together, let’s see what we’ve become.
Each Wuzzle’s a half, and a half makes a whole,
If we mix our Wuzzle-hearts, we’ll rekindle the soul!”


So they gathered in Wuzzle-town, under skies full of zing,
And they danced in a circle, they started to sing.
Bumblelion buzzed with a lion’s proud call,
Eleroo hopped high, never fearing a fall.


Moosel splashed starlight with flippers so spry,
Hoppopotamus thumped as the clouds tumbled by.
Rhinokey swung wildly, his horn tooting loud,
While Butterbear sprinkled her nectar around.


Their Wuzzle-ways mingled, their colors took flight,
A rainbow of Wuzzle-spark burst through the night.
The Whirl Pool spun fiercely, its magic restored,
And the Land of Wuzzle was Wuzzling once more!


From that day in Wuzzle-land, this truth they would know,
When you mix up your halves, that’s when Wuzzles will grow.
So if ever your colors seem faded or thin,
Just Wuzzle with friends, and the magic begins!