'Twas noontide of the AB summer,
And mid-time of night;
And before GMEB in their orbits,
Mamya shone pale, thro' the light
Of the brighter, cold marvel moon,
'Mid Night Night Song, Dipsy slaves,
a Teletubby in the Po - Oh heavens,
A beam on the toilet below.
I gazed awhile
On the brown and alava heated smile;
wondrous that such Po had passed
There pass'd, as a shroud,
A Tinky-Winky cloud,
And I turned away to thee,
No Johnny there, not even three
Proud Laa-Laa Star,
In marvel Jokes column glory afar,
And dearer your volty offering shall be;
For joy to an AB heart
Is the cupid proud part
Thou bearest in the middle of the GMEB night,
And more folk admire, ozzies on higher
Thy distant arksided fire,
Than that colder, lowly patsy light.
Eh-Oh.