Ee, hee, hee!

For wailin' out loud, why,
There's nothin' like an eyeball pie!
Holy mother moon, they're just grody!
And only to 'em I'm bein' toady.
But garlic toads, heck!
One wrong pinch the formula turns into wreck.
Just what happened to me old Jekyll,
Good thing I ate up his freckles.
Or Hyde would've marked the history
With his hidden fangs of mystery.
Humans know nothin' worth diddly
About anything 'bout us that's fiddly.
"There she rides! There she flies!"
In one, they watch me rise.
Triangle cauldrons, ee, hee, hee!
Got me laughing on my knee!
Some mushroom brain
These humans rein!
Don't even know
How to greet my lovin' crow.
Oddball these beings are, every bit.
But iron broomsticks! Not their wit!
How they write!
Though with fright.
They can even spell
Without having to yell.
In the name of all suns they also knit
Fables, tales, fantastic lit!
What a shame,
They can play this game.
Often times when I found one,
(Be it a daughter or a son.)
Who knows just the right formula
To make sentences, with euphoria
I'd cry, 'Yes! It fits! You fit! WE fit!
‘Humans ain't at all useless, I must admit!
‘You dear, I like your work.
(Though it's wee bit quirk.)
‘Now I shall say,
‘We're on our way!
‘Plots abound in my head.
‘In a sleep lying dead.
‘Rules and anatomy in your hand
‘So you go ahead make our brand!
‘Words and structures, you know how,
‘Now it's time to make 'em bow.
‘Skulls on the shelf'll be watching,
‘So you should commit without stopping!'

Yippee, darling sun and moon!
No more selling ideas like a goon!
Got myself a grammar mechanic,
Now my story will shine and tick!

'Bless my broom,
‘Now let's get you a nice room!
‘And for the first moil, can write about
‘A crazy lady who loves your work, no doubt
‘That's me,
‘You flea.
‘But make it short and sweet
‘Like my dear old feet
‘Or I shall laugh thy head off thee,
‘Like ee, hee, hee!’