Oh freddled gruntbuggly thy micturations are to me
As plurdled gabbleblotchits on a lurgid bee.
Groop I implore thee my foonting turlingdromes.
And hooptiously dranle me with crinkly brindlewurdles,
Or I will rend thee in the gobberwarts with my
Blurglecruncheon, see if I don't!
Brings a tear to the eye, doesn't it?
Well, it brings a vomit to the curb, anyways.