Oh freddled gruntbuggly / Thy micturations are to me / As plurdled gabbleblotchits / On a lurgid bee
Groop I implore thee / My foonting turlingdromes.
And hooptiously drangle me / With crinkly bindlewurdles, / Or I will rend thee in the gobberwarts with my blurglecruncheon, / See if I don't!
