the Lofe of Barnaby Barnaby Bumbleshanks was a man of great flair, With a suit made of cheese and a hat made of air. He lived in a teapot atop a tall hill, Where the gravity’s broken and time stands quite still. ​One Tuesday he decided to go for a float, So he saddled his goldfish and put on his coat. He rode through the custard that fell from the sky, And waved at a pancake that happened to fly. ​"Good morning!" he shouted to Percival Pig, Who was wearing a tutu and dancing a jig. The pig gave a snort and a graceful pirouette, Then offered him tea in a silver fishnet. ​Barnaby thanked him and ate a blue square, Then brushed all the bubbles right out of his hair. It made no sense—not a lick, not a grain— But it kept all the "sensible" out of his brain.