| He kani kapalili i ka pôuliuli...o `ke mele aloha a Poloka
 E konikoni ana ke ki'owai
 ...lepo me ka leo heahea i ka ipo
 `O ka hoku `imo`imo o ka lani lipolipo
 ...ke kukui e hô`ike mai nei
 He mana`olana kona i ka ho`oniponipo
 ...me ka ipo ho`ohenoheno ana
 
 
 Ua
                        `oli`oli `o ia a ka pâ `olu`olu
 ...o ke kilikilihune o
      ka ua
 I ho`olalilali i ka `ili pu`upu`u
 .. ma ke kua `oma`oma'o ona
 He kakali wale kona i ka lohe`ia 
      aku
 ...o kana mele o ke aumoe
 A `ume`ume `ia kahi hoa kikiko`ele
 ...e ka leo mikololohua
 
 
 Mai kinohi loa
                          mai a i kêia po
 ...ua lohe mau `ia kana mele
 Ma na ki`owai lepo o na `âina like
 ...`ole a hiki `auane`i
                          i `ane`i
 Ma waho iki aku o ka lumi  moe o      `u
 ...i ke kulukulu o ke
                          aumoe
 Ha`ina ka puana no ka maka pu`upu`u
 ...i pili hala 'ole
    ke aloha
 
 
 
 | A sound of wobble bobble in the glooming that's a looming...it is the lovely crooning of the Bufo
 A throbbing and a bobbing in the muddle of the puddle
 ...with a voice of invitation to the ipo
 The winking and the blinking of a star up afar,
 ...is the light by which one might be seeing.
 He's a foggin' in his noggin to be squeezin'
 ...and a teasin' with the one true love of his dreamin'.
 
 
 He's a happy, snappy fellow in the touch
 oh so mellow, of the wisty misty falling of the showers
 Thar bring a slime shine to the lumpy,
 ...bumpy kind of the dark green skin on his shoulders
 He'll just wait for a date til his song of the late
 ...night hour find the ear of his beloved
 And brought for his selection is a mate of sweet perfection
 ...who is drawn by the eloquence bestowed
 
 
 From the very start of time to the evening of this rhyme
 ...his crooning always found a willing ear
 In the muddy bogs and strand of so many different lands
 ...eventually arriving even here
 Just there, close ouside of this room where I reside
 ...wide awake in the deepening of midnight
 So let the tale be told of the lumpy, bumpy taod
 ...that has never failed to win his lovely birthright.
 
 
 
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