Watery wax,
saline demolition,
sweekers off the kendolescence-
Men, thortage of wen-remderation
and the blomintrecht of hideous lial.
Trait of monacious cemorificence
mills down the unsacabriety:
sacregation and questionation.
Winter of New Amsterdam blows;
he sweeps, hurts, and then he grows.
Fliney huts of the wonbories
mackle the zaptus out of him.
Oh watery wax,
canteens and ipsomologists
havernifying their wonbories out the door like that.