“I know a little man both ept and ert.An intro-? extro-? No, he's just a vert.Sheveled and couth and kempt, pecunious, ane,His image trudes upon the ceptive brain.When life turns sipid and the mind is traught,The spirit soars as I would sist it ought.Chalantly then, like any gainly goof,My digent self is sertive, choate, loof.”