The Pulschnip

[Brownlie]

The Pulschnip


In multifarious, mystic ways
the Pulschnip spends her darkling days;
A-loitering here, a-prowlering there,
at no small distance from her lair,
Her purposes to profit.

The Pulschnip is a cunning creature,
who hides each grim, nefarious feature
Behind a smile so wondrous guiled
as would inveigle some sweet child
Her appetite to surfeit.

And if upon a cloudless night
the moon is gleaming pearlsome bright,
She’ll scud about till break of day
to schnip a dozen souls away,
And will accept no forfeit.

Behold the Pulschnip if you dare,
at midnight dark or noonday fair;
She’ll fix you with her winsome gaze,
then bind you with her magic ways,
Her purpose soon accomplit.

Ah, sad! the victims of this Beast
that filches humans for its feast.
Where is the knight or warrior bold
who’ll slay the Pulschnip in its hold,
And make this world more parfait?


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The knight who slays this beast shall have a large funeral pyre and then be cursed by christians for his lavish burial.