This fat little beastie totemic
Merry, subtle and polemic
Has witchings and jujus aplenty
Because of his modus vivendi:
Batty, gainly and ecumenic.
This plump little creature sublime,
A totem who’s now in his prime,
Has magic and purges galore
That will thrill and shake your core
And rid you of all mental grime.
(This chubby organism totemic
Is trying to start a pandemic
Of sweet rebel anarchism
Even if that means a schism
With some pompous academic.)