"On a crescent moon night,
When the twilight draws near,
In a garden of herbs,
The Wantsups appear.
With tales to tell
And stories to share,
The curious crawlies
All wait for them there.
The wasps seem to wander
and the millipedes meander,
but a beetle waits patiently
upon a coriander.
The flies on a rosemary
Sit facing the stage.
A spider puts her feet up;
all eight on a sage.
A bee on a basil,
A slug in it's slime,
And telling it's tale:
A Wantsup on a thyme."
Coming soon: How the Wantsup got his sword.