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The Cricklebob
In a forest far away
Where pine trees reach the sky
The Cricklebob comes out to play
Though nobody knows why
It skips amonst the bluebells
And picks the celandines
Dancing through the harebells
Whilst drinking daisy wine
It sups the nectar with its tongue
From every flower it meets
Whilst through its nose a song is sung
To rhythmic soulful beats
The lifestyle of the Cricklebob
Is totally unknown
A solitary purple blob
Whose ancestry's unknown
It hovers like a hummingbird
Amongst the woodland flowers
Displaying features quite absurd
Like true magical powers
The Cricklebob is very shy
So difficult to find
Which might explain the reason why
It's unknown to mankind
Jane Shields (C)
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