“!gnaB !gnaB” said the murD.
Well, that was the sound that I heard.
“!gnaB” I heard a third.
The murD had gnaBed thrice
And the energy of the gnaBiring
Was almost inspiring
If only it had happened at C.
The murD was distracted
Prematurely, he’d acted;
So, the orchestra went off for tea.
The murD was dismayed
That he’d gnaBed before time
It was the first
And the last
Occasion that he
Played
And so he walked rather sadly
From this rhyme.
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