Deep beneath the snagberry bush
Live the piggle-eyed grumpadeers,
With fifty legs to walk upon,
And twenty ears to hear.
Their crimson eyes grow wild and wide
When searching for snagberries ripe.
But whenever the berries are buried deep,
The creepy crawlies cry.
For piggle-eyed grumpadeers can't dig.
They try, but never succeed.
So rather than nibbling snagberries, ripe,
They settle for snagberry seeds.
They're never as soft or scrumptious.
To be honest, they're tasteless and dry,
And whenever the snagberry seasons cease,
All the piggle-eyed grumpadeers sigh.
For piggle-eyed grumpadeer's winters are harsh,
With hardly a morsel to munch.
But winter only lasts for a week and a half,
So they're truly a fortunate bunch!