The Blan of Smlee

In the droon-ed blan of Smlee
Where the kessies fly in scrup,
That’s where the Clangtrood glockied me
And his comtry made a mrup.

I faced my esner with a shrowl.
He burled his fanth at me.
I dranged my foyerd and gave a scowl.
He proceeded to chattak and blee.

At this great onse, my foyerd rose,
And zooped upon his neard.
I gliffed upon his owertrose.
In response, he only gleered.

Upon that snick, my foyerd twibbed.
The Clangtrood fen like wan.
I pwayed my foyerd and sanavibbed,
Whilst the wasstin blew the blan.