Darkle trunkles the saddest tune
aye, flurtling on a sorry moon,
I'll wail and forrock, hear
Borrocks boom, the desolate
crunk of Nurkles.

Ah, flobble frink I see you there,
Crink Corple behind the chair,
sniff jumkles then, see if I care
your snoffle lumps you will not share,
not one small flot for me?

(sobbing in a pathetic way)

Oh darkle foobit, wise Flobblejobs
that flutter on the breezy breeze,
How I'd wished I'd grunckled less

for it flooed me to my knees!