Toadlike incessant cow fraternization, in trellis greenling gabardine they clip. Or flinging pearl black otterish, crumple the fang of victimization and renovate foamy elevenses.
Whew. Slithy toves ain't got nothin' on me, no matter HOW they gyre and gimble in the wabe.
Thanks to
yourhermione for reminding me!