The Gurgling Imps

The Gurgling Imps of Mummery Mum Lived in the Land of the Crimson Plum, And a language very strange had they, 'Twas merely a chattering ricochet. The Gurgling Imps of Mummery Mum Caught hummingbirds for the sake of the hum, Their cheeks were flushed with a sable tinge, Their eyelids hung on a silver hinge. The Gurgling Imps of Mummery Mum Called each other "My charming chum," And floated in tears of joy to see Their relatives hung in a cranberry tree. The Gurgling Imps of Mummery Mum Stole the whole of a half of a crumb, And a wind arose and blew the Imps Way off to the Land of the Lazy Limps.