Thanks to everyone who contributed names or name-finding suggestions on my other thread; now you shall see what I came up with for your troubles.
“Ribbony?”
“Yes?”
“Whats the name of this place?”
“It has many names.” Replied Ribbony, “Names only the old ones know. When I was young I was taught them for then they were commonly used.”
“But where are we now?” repeated Frodo.
Ribbony was not listening though. He was thinking of a time when he was the little kit asking these same questions to his elders.
“There are many places in this world
And little ones must learn their names
So remember this rhyme,
And keep it in time,
To remeber the names;
Reandalawo big and strong,
Lives near her sister Meandra-Meandra-Meandrao!
Tall are their walls,
Impenatrable are they say some,
But that you should not believe.
Vengo; that is where you live,
It is no fortress of stone,
Rather it is a little village of wood.
The desert is long and rough,
Its sands flow ceaselessly
It waits a hundred years and more,
For victims to devour!
There you should not go!
The river Mereka,
Is fast and swift,
It carries away troublesome kits,
Who venture into it.
Its ancient neighbor,
Is a forest,
Old and never failing,
It is called Wemra,
Or so the oldest say.
Wild lands do run between,
Mereka and Vengo,
Careless of their travelers,
Young kits they have no name.
But the name that is the name of all the land,
Is a proud good name,
Kreemka! Kreemka!
That is what our world is called.
Kreemka! Kreemka!
Though when you are old and worn,
The world’s name may be forgotten,
So some foresee,
But you shall always know the name,
Kreemka. Kreemka.
Those are the names that you must learn,
Never forget them,
So when you are old and withered like me,
You shall teach the young ones these names!
“In school they taught me that, Frodo. These lands have no names; but the name of the whole land; from Reandalawo to Vengo, and beyond) is called Kreemka.