In the meadows of Mirthful-Merry-March,

Where the zephyrs whisper through the larch,

Twiddle-Twink with eyes of wonder wide,

Spotted a creature at his side.

A Jolly-Jumper Pup, with joy in its leap,

A coat like cream, its friendship to keep.

It pranced with delight in the daisy chain,

A free spirit, with a joyful refrain.

"Hello there, friend!" Twiddle-Twink did cheer,

"Come bounce with me, there's joy to spear!"

The pup with a yip, skipped into the dance,

In the meadow's broad and green expanse.

Together they gambolled under the sun’s embrace,

A pair of friends in a charming chase.

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Through the Laughing-Lily-Lands they sprang,

Their laughter a melody sweetly sang.

On the Breeze-Bridge high, they twirled in the air,

With the clouds as their stage, they were quite the pair.

The world below with rapture did delight,

As rainbows arched, wonderfully bright.

Missle-May taught the Flutter-Fly-Flop,

The Jolly-Jumper Pup, the Bark-Bounce nonstop.

Twiddle-Twink laughed, his heart light and gay,

For the dance, the fun and the play of the day.

But as the sky blushed with the sunset’s gold,

Their play slowed to stories beautifully told.

With a hug and a promise, no mere display,

They vowed to frolic again, on another day.

Twiddle-Twink, under the stars’ gentle sway,

Dreamt of his friend, the Pup from the bay.

In his Dreamy-Box, memories took flight,

Of the magical dance, and the day’s pure delight.