An homage to the master...
It was the 7th of Tever,
A most comfy time.
The Snorggles were decting
Just filling their kime.
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The nesteds had moved
Their own lives had begun.
And Mere and her Meni
Were looking for fun.
The woods were a promise
All filled with good Goobs
But the ponds had many good
Good schools of Bartoobs.
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So they set out that day
for a meal of Goob stew.
The Goob stew idea
Was something quite new.
But when they got there
They found a surprise.
The Goobs were real beings
Who had started to rise!
No longer were they
Just foods to collect.
They were live and aware
And could move and could think!
They needed some sunlight
To aid in their drink.
But other than that
They were happy blue/pink.
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So the Snorggles decided
To not eat the Goobs.
And they brought some young Goobs
To home not as food.
And the young Goobs got fond
Of the Snorrgles quite right
And grew round the Snorggles
In brightly sunny light.
So the Snorrgles advised friends
Of the Goobs cheery nature.
And all were amazed
As their world got mature!