Storyline

Finding it fit
To the Rifwag's Begit
The ramling buggeldadee
THe place up to smit
And a man dressed in white
Who smothered the Rifwag you see

And he who was known
On the rockfellers throne
Saw the rambling, bungling dee.
And in his own fright
The man dressed in white
Climbed up the barowog tree

And still for a lark
He came in the dark
The rambling bungled a dee
He spat where he spat
Like a cat on a mat,
And swallowed the rifwag, you see.