Alife (Wyatt Robert)

No nit not. Nit no not. Nit nit folly bololey. Alife my larder. I can't forsake you, or forsqueak you, Alife my larder. Confiscate, or make you late you, you Alife my larder, Not nit not. Nit no not. Nit nit folly bololey. Burlybunch, the water mole Hellyplop and fingerhole Not a wossit, bundy, see. For jangle and bojangle trip trip pip pippy pippy pip pip landerim. Alife my larder. (I'm not your larder, jammy jars and mustard. I'm not your dinner, you soppy old custard. And what's a bololey when it's a folly? I'm not your larder, I'm your dear little dolly. But when plops get too helly I'll fill up your belly. I'm not your larder, I'm Alife your guarder.)