For once there was a narwhal with thrice as many teeth,
He was called an all-whal and struggled a lot to eat.
Until one day on his trip far away
He decided to play some hockey.
He tussled and bustled and fought and shot,
But never could see where the puck took off.
So it’s no surprise to me or Dot
That he lost many teeth on the lot.
Only one snaggly tooth remained,
And the all-whal was a narwhal forever again.