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‘Twas terrible the barby greaves
Did pyre and slimber on the dume;
All groppy were the burraflees
And the flurid blanes were troom.
Beware the Frohtuck, please beware!
The toothless flob, the sightless frab.
Beware the carracarrabat, and run
Fast from the clumbling prab.
Sledderclob grabbed his trusty sword
And driddled through the Mory Fran.
Then he crossed the Mixel Netherford
And rested gently on the cran.
Then with a privel glint of hand
The Frohtuck came with hair betract.
Then pruffing o’er the preevy sand
His fliching sneezum cracked.
One two, one two, through and through
Sledderclob advanced with spreed.
He drubbed the Frohtuck by his proo
And did the fatal deed.
The Frohtuck lay with brickling clud
Upon the cluby dranit sand.
Whilst fluvered Sledderclob looked down,
His sword still in his hand.
‘Twas terrible the garby greaves
Did pyre and slimber on the dume;
All groppy were the burraflees
And the flurid blanes were troom.
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