Brr. Brr. Patapim, my hat is full of Slim. In the dense and mysterious forest, Lived a being most curious. With tangled roots and crossed legs, Thin hands and waving arms, His nose as long as a ham, A bit like a baboon, a bit like a bush. His name was Patapimmo, how strange! He spoke Italian but with an arcane accent. One day he found a golden hat, “Perfect!” he cried, “What a great find!” But inside was Slim, the blue frog, Going brr. brr. for no reason at all. Patapim wept, “My dear hat, Now there’s Slim—what a mess, what a spat!” He jumped, laughed, despaired, But the frog never disappeared. With leaves on his elbows and moss on his chin, He ran through the forest, pushed by the wind. He went to the wizard Tiramisù, Asking for help with a loud chuchu. The wizard replied while eating a bun, “To get rid of Slim, you need a balloon.” So Patapim, in great confusion, Blew up the balloon with emotion. Slim flew off with a mighty boom, Vanishing into the sky like a mushroom plume. Now Patapim dances in the wind.