The Thing about Cronticles

Klump, Klump, Klump.
Went the thing on the hill.

‘My body cries out for the thing that goes Klump.’

Klump, Klump, Klump.
The Cronticle spoke to the hill.

‘If ya would move to the side, that thing would roll down to me.’

Klump, Klump, Splang.

‘I could, if you told me what it’s like to be a Cronticle.’

‘I could, but now it’s splanged, I no longer want the thing.’