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...

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