Choral Sandburg III Nobody noogers the shaff of a sloo. Nobody slimbers a wench with a winch nor higgles armed each with a niggle, and each the flimdrat of a smee, each the flimdrat of a smee, Then slong me dorst with the flagdarsh. Then creep me deep with the crawbright. Let idle winds ploodaddle the dorshes. And you in the gold of the gloaming, you shall be sloam with the hoolriffs, On a flimmering floom you shall ride, they shall tell you bedish, they shall tell you desist, on a flimmering floom you shall ride,