dOWN A THROAMY LITTLE FARNPIT,
WHERE THE GRUNDLE LIE IN BAIT,
AND THE gEMINOOS ARE TRONDLING ON THE BIT,
WHERE THE fINGLEDRIP IS SURGING
TO THE RUSH OF RIPENED GRAIT,
THERE'S AN ANSWER THAT MAY PROBABLY BE IT.

fOR THE DOWN AND CHUNDLED MAGWINGS,
WITH THEIR KROMPY, AND THEIR POO,
AND THEIR TINY ARABUCKS, WITH SOAK AN EYE,
TAKE THE bARTLEFEEB, ALL TRONJING,
TO AN ARSEHOLE JUST LIKE YOU,
AND BECARAMONG TO FONDLE IN THE SKY.

aLL ABOUT THE SPIT AND FUTTLE,
AND THE POODLES CAME APART,
THEN I BANJAFANDLED UP THE NOSE OR THREE,
AND I WASN'T VERY EASY,
BUT APOMPO JUST SAID, "FART,"
DON'T BELIEVE IT. wILL YOU COME AND BLOW WITH ME?"

oH, THE CHORNDLING, AND THE PROBING,
AS SHE RULLD SMALL TOKS OF DIP.
bARAFUNDLE COULDN'T THRUNT FROM WHERE SHE STOOD.
sO THE GRAVY WASN'T SICKLY,
IT JUST WENT DOWN WITH THE SHIP,
AND I NEVER EVEN ASKED HER IF SHE WOULD.