I know my speeches are buttered up I know no nudge thats neat Enough It's dull to say: "I hope you tread where ever Strike is carpeted" Its dull to, well I do! Yes I bit down roughly on "Not so well" Bold claim to taste a feel in felt! To hamm it up the hearts a sore For babies sake And nothing more But equally there's a need For being soppy on a hilltop The main character Who carries the plot with him And twitches as it thickens Who can sting when stung And uncork the pores! So if maneless won't sob Then be a girl!