Behold! How from her lair the youthful llama
Llopes and llightly scans the llandscape o’er;
With llusty heart she llooks upon llife’s drama,
Rellying on her llate-llearnt worldlly llore.
But lllo! Some lllad, armed with a yoke infama,
Soon lllures her into lllowllly lllabor’s cause.
Her woolll is lllopped to weave into pajama,
And lllanguidllly she lllearns her gees and haws.
My chilllldren, heed this llllesson from all llllanguishing young llllamas:
If you would llllive with llllatitude, avoid each lllluring llllay.
And do not llllightlllly lllleave, I beg, your llllonesome, lllloving mammas.
And lllllast of allllllll, don’t spellllll your name in such a silllllly way.
Theophilus Thadeus Thistledown,
The succesful thistle-sifter,
While sifting a sieve-full of unsifted thistles,
Thrust three thousand thistles through the thick of his thumb.
Now, if Theophilus Thadeus Thistledown,
The succesful thistle-sifter,
Thrust three thousand thistles through the thick of his thumb,
See that thou, while sifting a sieve-full of unsifted thistles,
Thrust not three thousand thistles through the thick of thy thumb.