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We're in the woolly wilds of Windy,
and the whispering willows
walk wallowing in wetness
out of the waters.
Why the wilds of Whispering Wilby
do not welcome you with weeping wails
is a mystery that only
Wally the Wag-Tailed Walrus,
dwelling beneath the waves of Westerling,
can work out.
So whet your whistle
and wipe your whetstone
and weep in wonder
as we walk to where the
White Wolves weave their way
through the weary wood.