Edvard! Edvard! Time for your lunch!
His mother said to Edvard Munch
Come in now! She said, What is it puzzles you?
He said, Vie didn't you spell my name vith a vubble you?
She said, Vee vere too poor, of a vubble you to dream...
He said, Vollocks to that! And began to scream...