V.

O    



         Opo
O                                                                                      Op

              po                                  O                                                         O
  Oo


Rank winkers. 

You wrinkle me.

 

IV.

Came the vremblers,
Touch, touch...

Twermorrow were 
Wherein Yomber aloofly lunchered,
- Touch! -
Ginched in the rain,
 and freddling Fred,


(Lucky Fred.)

Where the rimbles tunked but, O, Yomber
Freenchling of the Ceephouse,
Crumbed in his dry swert.

Too-

-uch. 

III.

Uwn Raund,
Winging the whistering wren,
Came gubbling to our frund duffling a jim -
"Liggleberwerawrigglelerwer - 
You are squeezing a birchplank!"
And we logged, lauded a law, we winkt:
 "Yim!"
And everpast, the coldfinger pet longly...

!

II.

Trome thine wigglefurs!
To yorl mine gustav banklement!
Heed your macrobuns and jep lofting yokes of beev,
For a trembling tankinable come nabling hither tankins!

Lo, yank a gooseporp from thine knee scrapings,
For soon we too shall ferment
In the hollow beanseed.

I.

In fiery buttwhigs did the wafflecone gorgonize my folly!
To which the yogurt bequoth: 
Ye! Ye! My knockleberries comb!
To yet rebotchulize the winged jamberries!
To all
But to none a tickling suitbath did we yarple!
Auh...!