“……Save us from that snorting and growling!”
So now all filled and thrilled our friends do lean
On rocks in mock of bugs in rugs so snug
All friends, all fed, now thinking to preen
Without a care one last drink to chug.
“What, what, bot, bot?” did Crookeye and Bushy disclaim.
“What means such snorts and growls on the prowl?”
Did even Crow and Ugly flap in wonder not so tame.
“How canst Rainbow Light have faded with this howl?”
“Quick, quick, slide under this shelf,” bleated dear Littley Lamb.
So scarce awake did friends roll and squeeze and tug under ledge.
“What, what, ye bot-bots? scrape ye selves back, back, bam, bam!”
Did Lambey push all friends into glinting hug of Rainbow Fly.