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 villeminous wind left them blottled and stopped,
by the salve of the silvering sun,
by the silve of the salvering sun.