Some months ago under Mount Neeka-tave's stare,
Night put life on hiatus with cold winter air.
Yet above all the slumbering coppers and clerks,
Some peculiar green clouds had a storm in the works.
And out of this sheet there rained down some green muck -
First in beads, then becoming the size of a truck!
It enveloped the landscape, the town and the trees;
And its stickiness brought all that moved to its knees.
And within this tumultuous setting there lived
A habitual rebel named Fiddler McFizz:
He'd organize rallies, fly flags upside-down.
Each chance that he got, he reviled the Crown.
Yet the ooze caught McFizz out in fields abroad
And he braved cold and hunger for months til it thawed.
But the sun soon came out and the glop went away
Like a dew in the morning that's gone in the day.
And as soon as it seemed that the ground now lay bare,
A young bugle-boy ushered him off to the square
Where it seemed the whole kingdom of Didd held convention
And stared toward the sky at the piqu