Twice upon a time when water changed to wine a loon sang in Walloon uncertain with her pitch other loons would twitch this loon sang out of tune old loon choirmaster whose skin was alabaster and sucked his silver spoon pucked a sour pooh-pooh saying this will never do to have a tin-eared loon frog said try my ribbit perhaps you could adlib it and croaked a green balloon the loon soon learned to blend it its ribbit was quite splendid there beneath the claret moon now spiders spread their fingers fog of sapphire lingers a loon sang in Walloon.…