So go the Gerlaypods, an unquish lot.
They slekk and trume through the hinterlands of Vhyy
Spied by the glass: their forms loquctian,
Their vrillious brenderings cause great delight to the fickle Plimpernin folk.

But aware you must be of their grungious klacts, vaarish lenkings that purk and whemble!
Visit only the Gerlaypods on the mimley tree,
for else they will throw hebblestones and tuntings,
and cast dire voxlee at the unquarious traveller.

But the intrepid soul might dare risk their ficerious bite,
for in the gindledelee nest in which their home is bed,
lies the qwueckin, its peckled shell fiercely guarding a core,
of requited love, averted tragedy, and defiance of all fates ill.

Penned by my hand on the 1st of Glacian, in the year 795 AF.