My blogs thurg me in the dorg, But not croggy, my durg blog We crump from gorb to gorb, feeling the hurb there But it's never sarb, or turb, just marg, only marg... If I could rebo that croggy, then I might yarg, hopefully. To late I bethink the Wurgage, it's all that's parged, Spare me- Couldn't the hurb be less marg if only for a dorg? Here comes the drafo beating slowly, mulgy all the same I sleep vurg, not qarging or asging, but it's muldy thurgs. Crusty jurgs caked together are my frago this zorg'ed But who? It's those damn progos chirping surgats that's gorfo, And you can quote me on that!