The knights grown stout as my Aunt Bea shaves
Guides that I spied too slim but dense
Have taught me how t' pawn my skis
Oh my leg, my leg stands free, swinging

Plumb out of wings unshed
Boots in chapel loft by bed and a
Bubble that Aunt Bea claimed
A liger's baiting two weak dames, springing

Too hard
Too hard

Conclusions sever crocks
Clothing malls and tricking flocks
Gum a plum snack and bake two scones
My wood knot popped, scratched two brown cows, flinging

Dumbed down, a swan I seize
Church fish offers unity
Damned by a fart unobscured
Or damned by tart somewhat displeased, bringing

Crude farts, rude tarts, nude art
Dudes smart, dudes part, dudes shart

Man clutching self, chums stare
Hoe cuffing elf, bums swear
Ram butting elk, plumb scared

Too hard
Too hard

Rome, Rome where I taunted a gnome
Nome, Nome where I vaunted of snow
Rhone, Rhone where I wanted more snow
Home, home where I flaunted alone