As it strolled through the wintry marsh
and ate the sallow, wished-upon snow,
dockats struck and billowed forth,
Spiky leaves of unrelenting fugue
Rapped ponst most vivid snafe.
As it turned to hearken slow,
and leppold with his scurf.
And, the dangly, dangly twinge,
Of most frontugal lobundra
as it sang a mildly moke tune
Did srin unto the fetid plagique.