'THE PUDDLE & THE FUN WULF' The Fun Wulf loves life; In cravat and crushed velvet He sips his pink gin. He'll chat all day long; His theme tune's hot jazz music. Life? A carnival. Then there's the Puddle: Pool of dark despondency, He simply lies there. Sometimes he attempts To run up life's big, steep hill. He fails, sighs, and sulks. It hurts and frustrates To see both in my mirror: Fun Wulf yet Puddle.