“Arook! Arook!”
Smethed the big green glook
As it flessed up and down
Germania's zook.

Germania, stressing,
Said, “You must stop that flessing!”
Then the glook looked down
At the zook he was messing.

“Oh goodness! Hozeer!
Please do not maldear!”
Said the big green glook
As Germania came near.

She massled and carked,
Gorbled and tarked,
At the big green glook,
Who essed and remarked,

“Stop massling and carking
And gorbling and tarking.
Can't you plainly see
That I'm already swarking?”

“Swarking!” she said,
Shazzing her head.
“That's just not enough.
I want you dead!”

The glook was taken
Aback; he was shaken.
And then he recalled
That Germania loved bacon.

Bacon and boomies,
Rumgees and jumies,
Among other things
Like delk-covered woomies.

Gelching far back
Into his knapsack
He groped and searched
And did not lack.

All the items were there,
With plenty to share
(because sharing, quite frankly,
well, it's just fair).

His gifts were then offered.
Germania stauffered.
And the two sat together,
Remapled and gaufered.