Dame LaConk, Gale Vale and The Wish Dish

A young girl grew up like no other
 as Fussbut's curious nature mother.
 Her course clothes that are nicely clean,
 drape over skin tinged mossy green.

A wondrous acorn fills the space
 found between her waist and face.
DAME LaCONK, her Flitlit name,
 suits the wise and knowing dame.

Her true name stays among her tales
 that all lie hidden at GALE VALE.
 As a girl, she made up brews.
 These healed so many cuts and wounds.

One day, while floating with a bee,
 she found a WISH DISH on a tree.
 A wish dish scroll rose up and blew
 and the young girl caught it before it flew.
The girl had no wish for dolls, shoes or clothes.
 She wished for rings and the scent of a rose.

The magical wish dish threw out a long spring.
 This twanged as it sprang, zinged and pinged.
 Then, at last, it finally chose
 to settle on the young girl's nose.

Dame LaConk still carries the spring.
 It bobs here and there and at times, it will sing.
It coils, then uncoils, and as the spring grows,
 it smells roses blooming where only it knows.

It rings around Fussbut, round and about.
 There is not much at all that it fails to smell out.
 the dame's Shall-Tell Bell and Know-All Ball
 look after the Flitlits, one and all.

The Shall-Tell Bell joins in with a clang
 when the dame remarks on yin and yang:
 "Nothing is all black or white
 but need each other to feel right.
Front and back; light and dark;
 good and bad - that's just the start.”...