Land Of The Rock Wumps Poem by Tom Courtney

The Weasel was wheezing one day
perhaps it seems odd to say
The sun went into a hole in my hand
and the moon came out to play

A very big Nerf strode up just then
just as the Air came out
I was holding Wendell upside down
to see if the Bug would come out

I thought it would help to warm him
He sipped at the Hot Choc-a-rumpus
He must have recovered completely
as he left with nary a thump-us

Oh whistle me, whittle me every way
down to the Lazy Old Sea
I'll have to go fishing or swishing or wishing
and see what I have to see

Patty fat, porky fork, ribble de do
when my work is almost through
I have to attend to my own affairs
and only the daytime will do

So Wendell, he's my soft, fat friend
His nose is pink and moist
His whiskers twitch at every move
He's pound for pound Top-choice

The day the Great Rock fell
it shook us all around
I fell out of the tree and plunk
I met a very new friend on the ground

Pardon me, I'm Terwiler, a Fosfit
in case you didn't know
I'm probably quite a bit too fat
on top, as well as below

You see, the Light split open the Air
and Rock Wumps must take their chances
So then I'm off, I almost forgot
to the river, by happenstances

I probably couldn't explain to you
why we find our affairs this way
It must seem odd to you, as you're
from the Land of Night and Day

And I know you can't speak Woofie
but we speak it with native tongue
If I say grab-o-lilly-o-lip
the words can be spoken or sung

So welcome! Come along with us
I've got no place to go
You're free to visit us any old time
but your Real Things call, we know

And we know you are the Humans
We have you all on our List
and you know us: we're your Daydreams
We're here, then we're gone like the mist