'Twas fluffy, and the wibbling goos
Did bing and flibble in the sea,
All wobbled were the kangaroos,
And the wombles did have tea.
"Beware the snark, my son!
The nose that sniffs, the toes that shine.
Beware the flubbib bird,
and shun the floppy pantomime."
He took his prune surprise in hand,
Long time the flatulent foe he tickled!
And rested he by the strawberry tree,
And stood a while in pickles.
And as in Branston Pickle he stood,
The cabbage, with fluffy fronds,
Came bouncing through the field of cows,
And giggled in its bonds.
Four, two! Four two!
The green frog went ribbit,
He left it boggling, and with its coffee table,
He went meandering back.
"And hast thou canoodled the Brassica?
Come to my handuffs, my frog!
Oh Fluffy day, woohoo, hooray,
He wibbled in his joy.
'Twas fluffy, and the wibbling
goos Did bing and flibble in the sea,
All wobbled were the kangaroos,
And the wombles did have tea.
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