Bluned on ye Grunions
and krelled on his Grotts
Ye legges will be twergled
and pulled thru’ ye motts!

His Nukes will be Fongled
split thrice on yon Thulls
Then laid on ye Quottle
and hung by ye Bhuls!

Twice thocked on the Phneflic,
Yea broggled thrice twee.
Ye moggs wiIl be grendled
and stretched six foot three!

By now, if ye victim
show not ye sorrow,
Send him home. Tell him,
"Come back to-morrow"