Oh freddled gruntbuggly,Thy micturitions are to me, (with big yawning)As plurdled gabbleblotchits,On a lurgid bee,That mordiously hath blurted out,Its earted jurtles, grumblingInto a rancid festering confectious organ squealer. [drowned out by moaning and screaming]Now the jurpling slayjid agrocrustles,Are slurping hagrilly up the axlegrurts,And living glupules frart and stipulate,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!