10 April 2012
When the wind of the wivering woggeldy woo Came prowling the village of Kamchatkaroo It wiggled and sniggled and squeezed its way through And the whispers it glummoxed were steely and blue In the silve of the salvering sun By the silve of the salvering sun
It ricked and it rocked and it renneled around The houses all filled with inquantible sound As it cunningly runnily snurgled the ground The people's ears glittered with blowdrops that bound In the salve of the silvering sun By the salve of the silvering sun
They held hands and handidly homily hopped Encanted their mizzles in symbols that dropped Trottled the floorpartz all clippled and clopped 'Til the villemous wind left them blottled and stopped By the salve of the silvering sun By the silve of the salvering sun
The wind of the wivering woggeldy woo • Opuss № I