Luna, dear, what can we do,
When we haven’t a single clue?
Your imaginary creatures,
Have baffled all the teachers.

It might be if we take a look,
A Blibbering Humdinger we might hook,
Or a Wrackspurt might fly by,
Making our minds fuzzy with a sigh.

Nargles attack without warning.
Heliopaths start fields to burning.
Crumple-Horned Snorkacks lumber along,
While Umgubular Slashkilters kill with a song.

But as you’ve been know to say:
“Wit without measure is man’s biggest treasure.”
It may be the world will someday pay,
For ignoring your warnings to your displeasure.

Then we will listen to your knowledge,
And share your wisdom at a great college.