There is a man named Zoppity-bop-Bop-Bop,
Who does the hoppity-hop-hop-hop,
When Mr. Sun brightly shines,
Zoppity-B creates lyric words and rhymes,
When Mr. Moon radiantly beams,
Happy Elves shindig, with quacking monotremes,
Jigging, jiving, spiraling round red hot flames,
Zoppity-B spouts red hot names,
Mr. bop-Bop-Bop waltzes round that shadowy dell,
Playing music games, rhyming words that gel,
Beezow Doo-Doo Zoppity-bop-Bop-Bop,
Wildly jigging that hippity-hop-hop-hop,
Old Rumplestiltskin hoofs it, dances round that fiery blaze,
Conjuring cosmic wishes in that dizzy spaced-out haze,
Imagining he might spin straw to gold,
While Zoppity-B spins white hot lines, we're told.