With fur like sunshine, eyes like polished jade,
Fuddler frolics, a playful charade.
Through emerald leaves, it twirls with nimble grace,
A jester of the forest, leaving nary a trace.
Acorn cap hat, and tail a feathery plume,
It dances and sings, dispelling winter’s gloom.
With riddles whispered, and jokes that make you grin,
Fuddler’s laughter, echoes deep within.
But beneath the merriment, a secret lies,
Of ancient knowledge, in its mischievous eyes.
For Fuddler remembers, stories whispered old,
Of nature’s magic, waiting to unfold.
So approach with laughter, and a playful heart,
Embrace the riddles, let the joy take part.
Offer not capture, but a curious plea,
To unlock the secrets, hidden in the glee.
Then, in the dance of sunlight through the trees,
Fuddler’s wisdom, unfolds on gentle breeze.
It’ll share the language, of leaves and whispering wind,
Of hidden pathways, where secrets you can find.
And as the moon ignites, and paints the leaves aglow,
Fuddler fades away, a memory in the flow.
But in your heart, its laughter will remain,
A reminder of magic, hidden in the rain.
So join the frolic, beneath the emerald sky,
Let the jester guide you, where wonder’s dreams can fly.
For in the depths of laughter, light and carefree air,
Fuddler’s spirit, shows joy is everywhere.