this is where all the angries go, when the angry langreys snow.
they eat the earth and break the hoe
pants dance upon the pants dance moon
and bubbies sigh as wubbies swoon

how doth thou skrimpet wrimpet cling
to nether slide and mether swing
whence was the last timeth thou saw
the wimbly probe of garabal?

A, twas a night as foul
as the furman's towel
when the wimbly probe did blithley scowl
and henceforth prod the tobler one
with its sunny moon and moony sun

And thus the story lore-y goes
with bubbie sighs and angry snows
next time you need some poop scoop love
please do not molest my dove