There's a Quazooy on the loosey! In my roomy there is. No fooey. No fooey a Quazooy, loosey, really? What's the Quazooy do-y? Silly Quazooy dancey on deskies. Dancey, Nancy, fancy pantsies!
Quazooy, want somey Tutti fruity? Snooty Quazooy no eaty fruity. What do-y Quazooy wanty? "No eaty," said droopy Quazooy. Quazooy sicky? Have the fluy?
"Quazooy no more fancy Dancey. Quazooey needy tummy rubby." Awe-y, cutie Quazooy no more dancey, no eaty fruity, likey tummy rubby. Now Quazooey tummy grumbly, Facey lookies redy and crumbly.
Few wee! Quazooey now I knowy! No more desky fancy dacey, Not Tutti fruity, 'cause youy wenty tooty in your pantsies! Now Quazooy once morey dancey. Fancy Nacey pantsy dancey. Luvy Quazooy nowy not ooyie!
This is a children's poem written in Dr. Seuss style. It needs work. Open to suggesties!!!