Spligaddle

The wisdom it's like an earthquake


Split splot and slpiggetly splurt
i felt the hurt, down underture.

With a gash and a sash and some hash
"Where's the stash?" Lucindawas crying an overture.

So it's mixed up zipped up and friends
been had tripped up to the skeleton bones
of my musculature.

Like a Woo hoo Zigaow! And a thunder
road apple, we's uh here to stay

we's uh here to play

we's a here

to stay. Peace. The. End?
Sike. Pike. Like a burntman, the end.