So trok with the frullops, and chase every sun.

Yoop dooz, little Grog,

there are zoofs in the sky.

The glipneeps are jumping

and ready to fly.

The day-stars are fizzing

in polka-dot trails.

Your smibblets are giggling

and chasing their tails.

Nearby in the garden,

who's frilling for you?

A little green zibblet

in spanglets - that's who!

So trok with the frullops 

and chase every sun.

Yoop dooz, little Grog.

Come have fun!

Come have fun!