Lore! Speighk Mouses as he stanp aboven over hall peipule on his (it's) hell, clapping two timey baldy's with reel forfar and mites! Did thast not tillt that if thoi bayleaf yow wold seat yore wince troube saerfjour, adverturley?
Goj walk special in evy dei und evvy weight. Him lies on sandy as a crator wretching him menanwomban frillock innernaround him gurrdjin. But thei shuld bay spayed on, fore thei evil hughman ist ayful afterull. Raid whooley booch fore mayor Goj writhe.
In the neyim of fairther, the sod and the jelly spirit, forever and ever and ever and ever, our mum.
