The SnufferjogHe’s runty, and his naked toes Stumble but not to assuage; Bewhiskered are his mouth and nose, And moths doth he engage. . Beware the Snufferjog, my friend! His Vogue stained claws they steal! Do not his deep pockéts attend , They’re full of spoons unreal! . He’ll place your brain in his left hand, Massage it, ’til it’s vanished — Tall wolfish beings there he hath banned, Warm crisp-grease too is banished. . Carnivorously adamant, And Snuff’jog’s cocksure eyes, Say “pint-sized ale cups should be scant, In any a maiden’s thighs.” . “Beware! Beware! That lady there! She may not smoke death-duty!” His reasons aren’t in terms of care, “But for the sake of beauty.” . “How didst thou slay the Snufferjog? With one cruél strong sting!?” I grabbed his wide-eyed, lamb-like dog, It’s neck I then did wring. . The Snufferjog did die a death, With which I daren’t agree, His spirit shrank and turned to breath, He’s now like you and me. .