See, see the late sky
Marvel at its big pooh depths.
Tell me, Norton, do you
Wonder why the platypus ignores you?
Why its foobly stare
makes you feel congested.
I can tell you, it is
Worried by your fardelsnizer facial growth
That looks like
Mold.
What's more, it knows
Your titular potting shed
Smells of loogie.
Everything under the big late sky
Asks why, why do you even bother?
You only charm vomitorium devotees.
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