He’s runty, and his naked toesStumble 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..