Twas but a midnight brolly Keepsy weepsy and windsy canbe Topsy the speedy trolly Young Tothylad, 'twas he Oat upon the trolly stoppy Amidst the darkest of dreary Fell'd with a floppy Wimsy wee Tothy Loom froth the dark All of sinews and bone Strove forth with a bark The snaggly Snagglethorp, wee Tothy alone Wheeling tee-too-flack And with brooch in hand Wee Tothy dothy smack Vile Snagglethorp abrand Willy and frilly The Snagglethorp doth stagger It threatening to killy So Tothy protrudeth a dagger With bitty swishy and jag Thoust edge driven forth Foul Snagglethorp fally with a gag And wee Tothy felt worth Hoppy atoppy the Trolly It headed for home Wherest brave wee Tothy Tooky self upto throne
