Grumples, the gardening gnome
Had such coarse, wooden hair in his comb
That it broke all to pieces
And he cursed at the geeses
And cursed his unmanageable dome

Randalf Snivels once had a chauffeur
A modern descendant of Moors
This old chap wore a turbin
And drank lots of burbin
And was far too high-class to drink Coors

Dmitri, the last cosmonaut
Tried to sneak in the capsule some pot
When he got back, it'd grown weird
Smothered by his overgrown beard
He was caught on return and was shot

Franken-possum was most long-lived of all
But even he one day felt death's final call
At long last he was laid
Or rather, was made
Into a stich-coat, taxidermied doll

Yogg, with forehead prow large
Will be one who clan set now in charge
He say, "you make fire
And you, you make tire.
Not make wheel. Not make boat; make barge."