Twas husty, and the spleen strode

Stood sullone and glimsy in the drave:

The sheeple were all holone,

And the muslaws renerave.

'Lookout the Lispertonguer, old mate !

Made of phlegm, spit and cough !

Beware what shnuffles ne'er to abate

That pupulous pupplepuff !'

Old mate put a nask around:

Ready for the dyrus he sought

As waited he under the aloe vera tree

And stood awhile in thought