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Come mourn with me for the land of Gosh, / Oh, weep with me for the luckless Glugs / Of the land of Gosh, where the sad seas wash / The patient shores, and the great King Splosh / His sodden sorrow hugs; / Where the fair Queen Tush weeps all the day, / And the Swank, the Swank, the naughty Swank, / The haughty Swank holds sway -- / The most mendacious, ostentatious, / Spacious Swank holds sway.
'Tis sorrow-swathed, as I know full well, / And garbed in gloom and the weeds of woe, / And vague, so far, is the tale I tell; / But bear with me for the briefest spell, / And surely shall ye know / Of the land of Gosh, and Tush, and Splosh, / And Stodge, the Swank, the foolish Swank, / The mulish Swank of Gosh- / The meretricious, avaricious, / Vicious Swank of Gosh.