Bergruntha met Jungleton Jacobs one day,
on a Walrus designed for a King,
its tusks were quite dusty,
Bergruntha was lusty,
The Walrus decided to sing:
"I hate you, Bergruntha, you crazy old broad,
and I thought Mister Jacobs should know,
your campaign in Poland,
to ban the name "Roland",
is fascistly-strange and Po-Mo."
"I'd never make love to a woman like that!"
mumbled Jacobs, dismounting the beast.
The Walrus had blown it,
Bergruntha disowned it,
and melted its blubber to grease.
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