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.