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’Twas moomig, and the hooty hoos,
Did hoot and holler in the nest:
All hootsie were the moomermoos,
And the moom rrats did sex.
“Beware the Moomerwock, my son!
The beaks that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Hootie bird, and shun
The frumious globalsnatch!”
He took his cloaca sword in hand;
Long time the moomxome foe he sought—
So rested he by the Tar-tar tree
And stood awhile in thought.
And, as in moomish thought he stood,
The Moomerwock, with eyes of flame,
Came rolling through the moomey wood,
And coughed as it came!
One, two! One, two! And through and through
The cloaca blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.
“And hast thou slain the Moomerwock?
Come to my arms, my moomish boy!
O autistic day! Moomooh! Moolay!”
He chortled in his joy.
’Twas moomig, and the hooty hoos,
Did hoot and holler in the nest:
All hootsie were the moomermoos,
And the moom rrats did sex.
