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Kniggle-dy, Piggle-dy - Noisy Frew Frew
- Stephen Redgwell

From far, far away,
The Snarfs heard a loud croon!
Twas the call of a Frew Frew bird,
Frew-frewing the moon!

"But why does it cry,
In that tree, in the dark?
Asked Darney Don Diggle,
The king of the Snarfs.

But the Frew Frew kept on,
And frew-frewed a lot more.
So the Snarfs grew concerned
That the Frew Frew was sore.

"We will give him snarfberries,
To settle him down."
And they served up two baskets;
One red and one brown.

But the noise from the Frew Frew
Just changed and got louder.
"I know," said a small Snarf,
"We'll feed him chum chowder!"

And a big, heaping pot
Was placed there for free.
Where the Frew Frew frew-frewed,
All alone in the tree.

But the noise from the Frew Frew
Just started anew.
And the noise was earsplitting,
(As if there were two)

"I know," said an old Snarf,
"We'll give him plump pie.
That will settle his mettle,
Up there in the sky!"

And two really fat Snarfs,
Fetched the pie to the bird.
"It's made from fresh plump,
And moist apple kurd!"

But the noise from the Frew Frew,
Was nary abated.
And his call became deafening,
So the bird was now hated.

"To shut the thing up,
I'll fetch my Frew slayer."
Said Dailey Don Darf,
A tiny dart player.

And from his right hand,
Away the dart flew.
Through the air, to the tree,
And struck the Frew Frew.

And the nebble-dy noise
That had plagued them all day,
Disappeared from the air,
When the Frew Frew was splayed.

Such a big narfy noise,
From a tiny red bird!
Laughed the Snarfs in their throats,
As the bird was interred.

But the crowd learned a lesson,
As the sound was neigh-neighed.
Don't be bullied or bothered,
By a Frew Frew display.

Strike down the dilemma,
And send it away!
Don't let a Frew Frew,
Destroy a Snarf's day!

















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