Oh Smurtleclop
Oh smurtleclop of perlup be
And thy humpling doth unto
Hath no gurdling o’er the dunken splik
Or zipling nath in flikkwip from afar
Neither trop nor trup will slace
So there
Into falling fuddling doth a smurtleclop descend
And thy great vurdle comlain
To have no humpling is clop
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