Ieary The Sprite

Furious was Ieary the sprite

Furious he was with servant White

For White was a fool and opened a door

A cracked door on the third floor

The door had things very rare

Things which can't be found in a nightmare

So Ieary the sprite

Was right to strike servant White.

The beast was mad and ravaged the land

Occasionally resting in the sand

It kept invading time after time

Yet it was as a mime,

No one paid it much attention

And put those who did in detention.