The Ditter Fromit

The Ditter bugs
go willy nilly
The child Mcrews are oh so silly

The Frockbeasters start to dance
The Wombomuffins rear and prance

The Donkofrockans sing a song
That makes the Womblogs mow and trom

The wind is whipping up the Gillies
the storm arriving  nilly willies 

I start to gig
they start to moan
The Womrats creep around a lone

The Freewhats and the Biggies play 
but their babies try to crawl away

So the Bombador he does proclaim
It is like watching the Volipotin dixen game

“Feed them Sofrats and crispy Wiggins!
So they will grow faster and stop
their defriggen!”

We all now bow before his grace
but never look upon his face!

For to a pile of Gwom will ye soon be
if you chance a GOOM like him to see!

So run along my Bewarry Briggins
don’t forget to feed them wiggins!

And be might sure a parker’s hat is on your head
…..The storms brewing could be a Zombowiggen’s final said

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