Twas the midsummer feast,
Smiles all around.
Food on the table,
Dibbuns on the ground.
Twins Rilba and Mallow, playing in the soil,
Glared at Burrtle, all blue.
Cried little Mallow: "Yore covered in filf!
Rilba an' me's cleaner than you."
The molebabe grinned![]()
And licked away the blueberry juice,
But his mother came by, and scrubbed him well,
'Til he complained his skin felt loose.
Vine Spine was making balloons,
For the dibbuns, and the dibbuns-at-heart.
But instead of the balloon SHE began to inflate;
Rose high, let out air and landed on a food cart.
All in all, twas a feast to remember,
But they found more food was gone than there should have.
The only answer was that there were more guests than known,
Two, in fact, find them, if you're brave.