The Yabnab is made of thin elastic
And inflates himself something drastic
He sucks in his cheeks and fills up with air
The bigger he grows the more you beware!
Those passing by think he just might explode
So pass him at distance when crossing the road
His body is rubbery when he isn’t inflated
And when it grows wider he seems quite elated
He puffs himself up as bold as can be
And his head disappears in a blubbery sea
His skin all a quiver as its stretched very tight
As he sucks in the air with all of his might
And then with a grin he raises his bottom
Releasing a gas that smells something rotten!