The Fate Of The Flimflam
By Eugene Field
A flimflam flopped from a fillamaloo, Where the pollywog pinkled so pale, And the pipkin piped a petulant "pooh" To the garrulous gawp of the gale. "Oh, woe to the swap of the sweeping swipe That booms on the hobbling bay!" Snickered the snark to the snoozing snipe That lurked where the lamprey lay. The gluglug glinked in the glimmering gloam, Where the buzbuz bumbled his bee-- When the flimflam flitted, all flecked with foam, From the sozzling and succulent sea. "Oh, swither the swipe, with its sweltering sweep!" She swore as she swayed in a swoon, And a doleful dank dumped over the deep, To the lay of the limpid loon!
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