Little ye saw the blimp of magic,
Little ye saw the pine.
Little ye spent the ire of Salem,
Little ye marked the fist of dawn.

Line of rye shining, lacent, infirm:
Elliptical, limitless, lyre forlorn.

Bring the stave forward
Yea bear the vast tride.

Limb from limb dormant
Now spring unto life.

Obliged, your melonious melliflux'd molerun
I railed, entered co-phalting sumsmouth and rouge.

Read, lix of luscious, lenticular lotus.
Ride, wraith of runnicourt killbanes and jews.

Cloth, hem of christian, man kindled
Chemistry boon, brood of bloom blimps

Upon the sultry plane.