A fantastical Flird, who could brill like a bird,
serenaded Memoom till she glistelled and glowed.
He buburrelled her maw, and then placed in her paw
a gillpilly he'd plucked from the gree where it growed.
Then a sneeze in the trees brought the Flird to his knees,
but the source of the snuzzering nobody knowed,
till a Flell with a bell, and a purplish smell,
ungereeched dear Memoom from the meerying road.
Then the dring fell in flocks, and the gree turned to rocks,
and the flimmel gurmgrud where before it had flowed,
and the Flird, with a cry, trist a tear from his eye,
as the glow durruhed dim and then dode.