Woebegone tired
And worse for wear
I’m under the weather
With a Wobbegong stare
I need Warbler
To pick up a tune
To play me a song
Old AppleJack soon
Whatsobe brink
And wear for tear
I’m plonk in a pick
With a Wombleton care
I need Sammy Dee
To jam out a note
To wail me a blue
Old Motown afloat
Wannabeget
And tear me hair
I'm plump in a poo
With a wallaby fare
I need Bombadil
To sing up an ode
To call out a song
Old Tom man billowed
Whatsayme thunk
And hair be where
I’m steep in a stew
With a wannabe air
I need Korah's son
To cry up a psalm
To prayer me away
Old Hebrew embalm
