Weez Wump Lullaby

A strange little bird is a Wheez Womp
It ends where it ought to begin
It eats only moth ends and moon beams
And sleeps on the point of a pin

    Its wings are curly to fly with
    So it floats like a leaf on the breeze
    It takes daily baths in a dew drop
    And nods to its own melodies

The Wheez Womp is nice, but it's lazy.
It won't build a nest of its own.
It hides from the rain 'neath a daisy,
And cries when you leave it alone.

   It smiles when it hears pretty music
   It could sing but it won't even try
   It wants you to stop what you're doing
   And sing it a sweet lullaby.

Sleeping Weez
Quite please


"And Baby Elephant was fast asleep"