To the tune of "Flower of Scotland":

Oh freddled gruntbuggly
Thy micturations are to me
As plurdled gabbleblotchits
on a lurgid bee.
Groop I implore thee,
my foonting turlingdromes
And hooptiously drangle me
with crinkly bindlewurdles,

(spoken)
Or I will rend thee in the gobberwarts with my blurglecruncheon,
See if I don't!