When Bibble he would a bounding swim

Boundless glore upon his fizzog

Splashed he breastie ways and overlimb

Swimming swifty like a croc log

Quiet stealth he’d swimmy creep

Both overland and overseas

Until upon toasted stooks he’d leap

Climbed the highest Groolam trees

Came then Krabb and turning Turtle

Came then coughing Doobah birds

Nurbling yams and wee...

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