The Glork

The Glork is neither fish nor fowl,
His head can't swivel like an owl,
He doesn't swim in lake or stream,
His tail moves most unlike a bream.
With thirteen legs and fifteen arms,
He's seldom found in zoos or farms,
His clothes and shoes are never neat,
He doesn't want for things to eat.
In fact he'll munch on anything,
And when he's dined will often sing,
But not an ode or hymn or song,
He whistles as he hums along,
From all four noses and a snout,
Then sometimes, when the sun is out,
His horns will trumpet for a while,
And several of his mouths will smile.