In the realm of mischief
and foolish glee,
There dwelled a goblin
named Buup, so absurd,
With wit like a leaf
blown wild and free,
Numbers confused him,
his mind always blurred.
Counting to six?
A challenge unpreferred,
Each digit lost in
his bewildered mind,
Buup’s counting skills
forever confined,
In his bumbling ways,
laughter would ensue,
A goblin so daft,
forever confined,
Six was a number Buup never knew.