I dreamed of Schlimpoon
One summer day.
She was humming a tune
And I heard her say,
“No Mom or Dad has ever seen me.
I’m a secret friend. That’s how it must be.
I help young people with a problem
By giving them ideas on how to solve them.”
She was pink, green, and yellow,
Certainly not a fellow,
Because of the sandals she was wearing
And the sunglasses through which she was staring.