Frickle Frockle as we groggle
Out on a hot Summer's day.
For I'm thirsting - so I'm searching
For an oasis - to start surfeiting.
So I went to the spring for a drink;
And as I drank, peering over the bank,
I spy'd a tank!
Fears or dreams I wondered and chattered
Or does it even matter?
Will I mysteriously awake...
Or attend? As for my hope, please
Be pretend. So we can continue
To Frickle Frockle as we groggle
And learn to amend.
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