Wherefore! i has’t scrumbl’d mine own scridgets searchin’ f’r that keyhole spy
i has’t seen bef’re, his malevolent seekin’ eye!
azure as the beastly heavens
That roof our heads
is yond bluest abyss that sits within his cav’rnous pits
many a m’rn has’t i awoken with grumbl’d gumption
how i shouldst calleth this ang’r quits
but th’re upon mine own beadin’ sweat of brow i scrumble up a fetchin’ frown
findin’ nay whimsy to yond spid’ry fiend and the webs that he hast and yet to weaveth!