Little Zip (Ruler of the Bog)
Who fears the flames of the blue winter fire?
Never ever Little Zip, master of the briar.
Who fears the roar of the hungry polar bear?
Clever, clever Little Zip, hasn't got a care.
Who once grabbed the tusks of the white mountain hog?
Of course it was Little Zip, the Ruler of the bog.
Who eats the most at the Christmas feast?
No one knows but Little Zip never ate the least.
Who beat his majesty in the jungle run?
Many tried but Little Zip bested every one.
Who drained the river of its sweet, eggy nog?
Yes sir, it was Little Zip, the Ruler of the Bog.
Who wiped the tears of the maid of Stoney Vale?
Little Zip did it with his soft yellow tail.
Who learned the wisdom of the warrior pine?
Surely it was Little Zip, the leader of the line.
Kind and mighty guardian, protector of the log,
All hail Little Zip, the Ruler of the Bog.
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