Nonnery dockery, tickity toc,
Oh, how my feet go clippity clop.
Nonnery dockery, tickity toc,
"Stop, you, right there!" Though stop, I will not.
Eddying ponds and stirring up streams,
"No, not my reeds!" They yell with a scream.
Sloppity slip and slippity slop,
"Eddy my pond, and I'll get you a mop."
Som'lorea 
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