Chapter Text
consider, then, the snigglette,
if that's a thought the lords will let,
who snigs about her snoozle town
yet never seems to dig it down
because she fears the freamy frown
or if you'd rather thwip that thought
toward a certain snigglelot,
then ponder if, perchance, the train
he bids her on is bore and bane
with naught to give or geil or gain
but if the tracks do dest to ne
is fact afuzzed to you and me
in fuggy, floozy, hushing holes
where willy have the whoozle woles
with words will had, for fooly foles
so cast your childish cap instead
on baermie fed on faerie bread
and leave the land of locky lines
to load the lippy tinny tines
and don't you mind the menny mines
in sooth, your tooth must meller meets
not newts and nuts, but shuts and sweets
and when you're eyes and tongue at last
the spilly spell we'll telly cast
‘til fluff and feathers fill you fast
cosnider that your sniggling
and with what words you'll snig and sing
and lace the place you'll pace and lair
while in the trancey dance out there
with tennies you will wish to tear
dort ab the ovo squad the mall
the other sads will see it all
so half asweb is better still
to sweve and serve the five until
the whoozles boozle to their will
consider then, there's nothing left
to thwip or thwep betreff the theft
for though the lords naquaugh yon pense
quod every rat fassendience
somehow the words make perfect sense