THE FLUPPERKINS OF WIMBLY LIGHT
by rolliwrites
[Cleaning out an old valise, I rediscovered, in a nest of stale almonds, this long-forgotten odd poem for children. I don't remember what a Flupperkin is, exactly. I'll have to think about that.]
The Flupperkins of Wimbly Light,
they’re not quite wrong -
but they’re not quite right.
All night they sing “The Happy Song,”
as they flupper along on fluffy feet:
“The moon is high, the cake is sweet!”
“Oh, let us wander down the street!”
“If we trip, we’ll spill our tea.”
“But if we don’t, then you and me – ”
“Can both go splashing in the sea!”
“Take my hand, or – ”
“Take my nose – ”
“Just takes it everywhere you goes!”
“Tie a pink string ’round your head – ”
“So it doesn’t float away.”
“Oh what a flumpy, fimbly, wimbly – ”
“Fluppery summer’s day!”
“Except it’s night.”
“Oh – right!”
