Uh hum.  (cough—clearthethroat)

There is no Try
Now let me write the rhyme
The Hippity Script

Let me...
Tell you How we do
Lovely so lovely doomed

There is no Try
Just do me The Dew
On my nose and eyelashes

Let me be your favorite thing
Lightning flashes
A Mohave storm...

Let me be clear
My throat my dear
Taste-touching her form

Please let me
Flip it into Legend
The Hippity script

There is no Try
No fatal end of Grand
Clear of minds/eye

So thus all began
Uh huh.
*(Crickets and sirens)