Unplumb'd Menagerie or Don't Know Much About Biology

My sense of the Awhl remains "awhl"fully small.
What is known of the Brylle is, by all accounts, nil.

Me re the Clampoo...? Clueless (i.e., no clue). 
Daily probes of the Droone...? Discontinued last June.

Concerning the Ehrd one hears barely a word.
R&D on the Flopt...? Ex officio: stopp’d.

Shall I shelter a Glannz...? Though I should, I've no plans.
Once endanger’d, the Hyst now's been scratch’d from that list. 

The Ilkh has no ears. (Heaven knows how it hears.)
Sure, I pooh-pooh’d the Jang...once the Fat Lady sang.

This Klangel was born on my voy'ge 'round the Horn.
The Lhugee survives by ingesting its wives.

Asked to mother the Mahnks, I balk'd: "Thanks but no thanks."
How uniquel is the Nyuk...? It’s half dog and half duck.

People visit an Ong – but they don't tarry long. 
It's reported the Phryffe lives in fear for its life.

Have I seen a Qabaz...? Don't talk rot: no one has!
Tweets and blogs 'bout the Rholld...? Evidently on hold.

A life of the Schtook fills one very small book.
One knack of the Tyghte is to hide in plain sight.

The last living Uewe died in 2002.
Yes, the Vardavalette proves a petulant pet.

The Warg "went extinct" once folks noticed it slinked.
The Xanthano can catch the Gingerbread Man. 

This Yergaroo pair intermingles its hair.
The word is: the Zhazent would love to...but doesn't.

'-Ling' Weenies

Aetheling:
heir to a king (not a queen).
Brisling:
a sprat cann'd in oil -- a sardine.

Carling:

Canadian black-label'd beer.
Darling:
my sweetie. (Though meaty, mine’s dear.)

Ealing:

where Mick meets his Rolling Stones mates.
Foundlings:
wee bairns left at rectory gates.

Groundlings:

“the stinkards” who stand in “the yard”
once referr'd to in “Hamlet,” 
as penn’d by “The Bard.”

Howling:

where Cold Comfort Farm sits enisled.
Inkling:
stands drinks at the Eagle and Child.

Jing’ling:
in Anderson’s “Sleigh Ride,” this lyric, 
once heard as nostalgic, 
now's mere atmospheric.

Keelhauling:

punishment meted to tar.
Ling Ling:
“A panda walks into a bar…”

Mayerling:

Rudolph shoots Mary Vetsera.
Nursling:
housed monks in a medieval era.

Ogling:

to stare where her breasts form a V.
Pauling:
proponent of Vitamin C.

Quisling:

his nose turn'd a tattletale brown.
Ringling:
the circus is coming to town!

Shandling:

did stand-up. (I never scor'd tickets.)
Ting-a-Ling:
cover'd by Clovers and Crickets.

Underling:

status – the least in the place.
Veiling:
a fabric of gauze or fine lace.

Whaling:

what Queequeg and Ahab and Ish-
mael slaved at while trailing 
a largish white fish.

Xest Ling:

for milling and drilling. (Who knew?)
Yuengling:
America’s family brew.

Zetterling:

resolute...? Always! Not shy –
with her “act-ling,” “direct-ling” and “lov-ling…” 
(Oh, Mai!)

But now I shan’t linger, 
lest babbling ensue:
lingonberries, linguistics, linguines: 
-lings…nu?