Whiffling

    through the murky yellow daisies

enticed by solemn oaths

    of stupidish bulltaco

  Der Vafflesnoider urns and ides

stacks and snides

  with flaming eyes of corporal 

tiney forks

  Beware the frosty Queen o' Dairy

      With "Mister Misty"

and his band of whotorts 

  I called the brethren Nine oh One

 to voice my ragged quavering distress 

"Oh HELP I'm LOST in the present and no hope of 

survival!"

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