Wubadee Woopadoo

Wubadee woopadoo said the old one waving a wuzu stick Sacred cori-frum to you this day of fru blessings to you, said I, oh great marnix But marnix was not listening he headed towards the rainy temple, with the top of his head polished, somewhat glistening! Oh joy, oh joy I stomped my foot in gleeful elation (But that's really incidental in no way embellishes this retelling nor helps in its summation) Today is the day of the perpetual fru when all young frux dance till three A day of fearless unbridled celebration A day of gloop-pie, games and glee Ohh great klumpim of the highest sneep we are the frux of the outer expanse But sadly the pugnamm turns once more and frux make ready for their winter sleep, they'll make their beds, wet their floors (The latter may sound weird absurd but not for frux... of that you can, confidently be assured) You see Frux are not clever nor profound yet like their corifum cousins like to play around To be as Frux, you could do worse Alas to be born human... That would be awful of course