|Come Dre, come naught, tis dwelf pattern hawk.
Our summers astray, our twelf patty gay.
Nor hither, nor whither, I wish it to glow.
A strange kind of slither, I'll die by the flow.
Hooray! Hooray! The ghost whent a way!
Come day, come knight, an ostrich.
Come yay! So hooray! So horribly gay!
But a love butt one love but it's love.