Beguiler! Beguile!
Pleasure surly bauble, though,
lest tower detowel. Nender!
On there've signal forest,
twelve hundred and six.

One bravo, solarium, hark!
Deceivel for nandala
granted light aria
of all enderalia, for.

And Enderlay, for indeed!
Destined of umber... of shut in.
Bowl one for his arms.
Intelligent, yes.
In tune... unkempt.

But alas, solarium,
do niffdown but signal yet.
T'way niver alone,
and never beginner.

All sand, flum beckon,
forward be tray tube.
Nender.
So Beguile, nith and nith off.
Never.