THE GURGLING IMPS

The Gurgling Imps of Mummery Mum

Lived in the Land of the Crimson Plum,

And a language very strange had they,

‘ Twas merely a chattering ricochet.

The Gurgling Imps of Mummery Mum

Caught hummingbirds for the sake of the hum,

Their cheeks were flushed with a sable tinge,

Their eyelids hung on a silver hinge.

The Gurgling Imps of Mummery Mum

Called each other “My charming chum,”

And floated in tears of joy to see

Their relatives hung in a cranberry tree.

The Gurgling Imps of Mummery Mum

Stole the whole of a half of a crumb,

And a wind arose and blew the Imps

Way off to the Land of the Lazy Limps.