The Flubbertyblubberty Tree
The Flubbertyblubberty tree flowers only at night.
The buds, in the day, are red blue or white
Except on a Tuesday and Saturday night
When they’re green with a hint of a glint,
Like a glint in a plint, with an extra big dint.
The Flubbertyblubberty tree grows upside down
Except in Australia; where it seldom appears,
Save as a sapling in wallaby’s ears
Or in their pouches, or up their nose
Why this should be nobody knows.
Bombastic, fantastic, be always aware
Of the Flubbertyblubberty's sticky round pears.
Purple and furry these bright little fruits
Can feed a platoon of morphic candewts.
They’re chewy and soft and taste like a zorn;
That’s a bit like smeatloaf smothered with squorn.
The Flubbertyblubberty tree moves on its own
Except in Paris, Lima and Rome
Where it prefers to move in a pair
Or even, given a tail wind and plenty of room,
By rocket, comet or a stardust of zoom.
Why this should be nobody knows
If I tell you the reason, will you promise to me
You’ll not tell a soul how the Flubberty’ tree
Moves from to to fro and from fro to to?
If you cannot, then I’m not telling you.
The reason, you see, is as clear as a glade
Every last tree is genetically made.
So whatever you think, or whatever you say
Matters not one jot, for it’s the Flubberty’ way.
And so, dear reader, if you’re ready to listen
Move your earholes into the open position
Pin back those lugs, and take a deep breath,
'Cos the reason they move is secret and clever.
It’s simply because they’d rather be zooming,
Clomping or booming than stuck in one place.
It’s the flubberty’ way of seeking their space.
Until the night falls, when everything stops,
So the Flubberty’ flowers can start to grow flops.
Flopbuds and flopflowers quickly appear
Looking quite pretty and smelling of kir.
With a mishmash of mish and a mashmish of mash