The glendels yurd and spled their yick
Yet never made their splurge.
The fourth in line,
The fifth decline,
The descant changed to dirge.
God praise the carrots in the plick,
There on the table, spangled kangeroo.
Tension meeks out the diffidence of sprouts
And even tortoishells have passing fibrous doubts,
But who to clobber and what Hollywood to sue?
