by Ogden Nash (with a bracelet by me)
Its eyes are ice and indigo!
Its blood is rank and yellowish!
Its voice is hoarse and bellowish!
Its tentacles are slithery,
Its lips are hungry blubbery,
I saw it just a friend ago!
Last night it lurked in Canada;
Tonight, on your veranada!
As you are lolling hammockwise
It contemplates you stomachwise.
The rest is merely gulps and gollops.
You very own wendigo... in orange and indigo.