Oh freddled gruntbuggly, Thy micturations are to me As plurdled gabbleblotchits On a lurgid bee That mordiously hath bitled out Its earted jurtles Into a rancid festering Now the jurpling slayjid agrocrustles Are slurping hagrilly up the axlegrurts And living glupules frart and slipulate Like jowling meated liverslime Groop, I implore thee, my foonting turlingdromes And hooptiously drangle me With crinkly bindlewurdles, Or else I shall rend thee in the gobberwarts with my blurglecruncheon See if I don`t. ©