You know that axle you get wound around by being so damn serious? I know it well. So along comes this cave creature to lighten things up a bit. There always seems to be one wheel or another spinning along, waiting to grind us up. . . unless we listen to the Guardian of Goofdom!
Woopeeeee! Look at me! I fly above the jagged wheel of life and dip down now and then for a wild carnival ride, cotton candy, ferris wheel and fire eater. When my skirts get singed I fly away.
My face is bulbous, my fashion outdated and my body quite baggy. I’m not here to impress, but to make people laugh.
I am the Guardian of Goofdom and proud of it.