Tramping through the forest in the glithy glather glum,
Wiping off the gluey globbered scithy scather scum,
Sloshing to the hooting of the midnight jamboree,
With no thought or sinking notion causing me to flee.

Darting past, the rednecked robin looks upon my feet,
Cheerfully she leads me with her bookin’, boppin’ beat.
Laughing on the clouds all floating high up in the air,
Scooping down their sightless hands to play within my hair.

Farther than the foopin’, foppin’ flights of fallow fuzz,
Thunder echoes through the bees beleaguered bizzle buzz.
Running rain in rivers down the channels of my face
Waters with the sun my steps in every little place.