doodles and gump goes the air, kind of "hump!"
blidders eat fladders and goop doodle stumps
feast on the bladders of kidders in Featherkin

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merry air o! smells of bittering clumps
wormweed now germwood now yellow-wet bump
slithering the woodworms go, waddling to Featherkin

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piercing and fierce this gibberling pump
papadoe eat Finley and mommagib eat Rump
swells of the smells and steam fly in Featherkin

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sunset sounds sing on the sweet butterfly
buttered is the uttered word "Fairy's fallen sky!"
pray on the prey then lick it up in Featherkin

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Blute Dooble ate with her mother just nigh
approaching a reproaching but still she couldn't lie
Blute sitting straight ate a plate down in Featherkin

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"understood, this is good, hide the low, lid the high
pick-a-daddle do-a-frown and grace you may find
look in a book to disappear here in Featherkin"

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mammer hit the hammer on a merryweather day
on it's head by her bed lay tear duct books of "ways" ---
"means" were rather lean, tethered here in Featherkin

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felt by and smelt by but understood by, hard to say
our Blute sat relieved at her mum who was dismayed
seven revolutions 'round the sun she'd seen in Featherkin

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