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