I billo like a minpler
One thousand one hundred three tens nine past
I billo like a minpler
Slip your physistream for the folcstream's broidin' fast
Oh there was once a flesher not so fleshy anymore
For they did not echo all the flesh that they could store
And though they wanted 'tiller the filler was no more
And ally could not quer their core, and ally could not quer their core
Oh fers did not vectrup to any Intermind
In this land of physistreams no broid was there to find
Their lifesize was no laster and no leveries hattalore
And ally could not quer their core, no, ally could not quer their core