In the river, which did splumble was a Temla.
Beatador and sat not a rock did crumble.
Hair to which go a flowest and sang, "lalala"
swim and swam, the farrest and widest.
Protecting the Norit which sat in a tree.
They knew to when was tidest,
their eyes sharp and untamary, oh my oh me.
So much for linlay of winter,
would hold them tis bay.
Be careful of the Vinter,
may sept you to your last lay.
Much like the ksherae,
they just might ditack,
The world according to the germacks,
which your brains may just lack.
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