All is chilliblain in the blickle, bathic wintastice,
But in the morgenold I sleepy-peery through the windlies.
Oh, Blessemy Sollikin! ‘Tis whistical in blankety blanketlay –
Deep joy! Now frolicals for the mincey-bright kindlies.
Hurrify! Squealy-squabbling to snoddle-munchkin craftigo,
With carroty conk and pebbly peeper for the making cutiness.
Soon, froxical finglies and twinkly towliodes
And whistiful breathies all smoggy-cloud beautiness.
Wencesladdies’n’lassies on glisty grass like gristy glass,
Marvellising at the sprinkle-sprangle cobbywebbies round,
Drippy-dropping, flickity-flacky moistilettes
Onto the icicalickity, crispinoodling ground.