Think you have the money, Brian. Again.
Ha! this vision gets me in a lather.
Would I not have seen it! I would rather
not confront the question that bamboozles –
what dark fiend slew my loving father?
Two to one, heffalumps and woozles.
Look now, there lies the pale Ophelia,
who never gave her love too freely – a
maid who, Pig, was known by her refusals,
her steely eye now rendered steelier.
Drowned, alas, by heffalumps and woozles.
Alas poor Yorick. I knew him Piglet
when he was as tiny as a figlet
and now his skull grins at our perusals.
Who rendered it brittle as a twiglet?
Could it have been heffalumps and woozles?
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