In the hills of Jibble-Soo, where the Whifflewinds whir, Lives a stripe-spotted creature with lavender fur.

In the hills of Jibble-Soo, where the Whifflewinds whir, Lives a stripe-spotted creature with lavender fur. With a hat made of teacups and boots full of glue That’s the jiggity, jolly ol’ Snuffle for you! He hums to the hoplings, he sings to the snails, He sails on a sandwich with peppermint sails. He juggles three jellyfish, dances on bees, And naps on a hammock strung up in the trees He never says “no” and he rarely says “maybe,” He babysits bumble-bears bouncing a baby. He once flew to Noodleknob riding a quail— Returned with a pancake that told him a tale! The Snuffle eats breakfast at seven past two, With a fork made of daisies and jellybean stew. He giggles at thunder, he tickles the breeze, And plays peekaboo with the sneeziest trees. So if you should wander near Jibble-Soos ridge, Bring truffles and toffees and meet on the bridge. You might hear a chuckle, a wiggle, a “Whooo!” That’s the whimsical wonder—the Snuffe of Soo