Falling down the rabbit hole,
your knees you scrape and cut.
You plug your ears with your fingers,
blocking the cries of the wailing Tut Tut.
A mischievous creature who invades your brain,
stealing your memories and smoothing its terrain.
Farther you fall into the wigglewome,
cutting through dimensions and into your home.
A cave made of crystals that glow all year round,
a treasure you’ve cloaked so it cannot be found
by those greedy humans, so conniving and selfish.
In the water beside you, swims your guardian Beldish.
A beautiful creature who cries for the moon,
her moans and sorrows will make you swoon.
A master temptress, indeed she may be,
but the only company beneath the roots of the giving tree.
Her heart is made of brass, her eyes made of glass,
a fearsome creature who will end you in a single singslash.
A musical note sung so high pitched, a slave to her you’ll become,
in love and bewitched.
Only the pollen from a zipzorp can save you then,
inhale it through your nostrils to escape her crystal den!