Blippity blop, the snarfle snoozled over the flibber floo! Quackadoodle, bop! Wibble wobble zing-zang, the zoodlefritz danced on the snizzle stick, flarping and flumping all the way to the glonk farm. "Hoozit whozit," said the snozzwumper, "who’s been nibbling on my sploosh?" The glooble groobled, and the whoozle whizzled, as the flingle-flangle froodled its way into the wooble-nook, only to be greeted by the mighty Flooferdoof. "Not today, blorf," said the Flooferdoof, "I’m out of quibbles!" And so, the day sproinked away with a splonk and a yoodle!
