A wang-wang-pede rose from 'neath the sea
And sclobbered towards the beach
On seven and twenty tenticlaws
With a retching craw-craw screech

He flared his squinty nostrils
Then snapped his clack-clack beak
His tenticlaws grabbed man and child
And he slapped his glob-glob cheeks

Soldiers came with their woof-woof guns
Fired shots to schlump him dead
But they should have shot his flub-flub gut
Not his hardy thick-boned head

Bescreeching craw-craw wallercries
The beast hauled himself onshore
Townchums flit-flit scurry-fleed
To evade his gaping maw

“I come in peace,” he snortle-honked.
“Pray, let's have some fun.
I'd love a game of skittles, and a
custard cream-filled bun.”