Lo! Spooky, frightful skibidis dost send forth rizzlers down thy gyatt,
And if thou could’st rizz fair Livvy Dunne, then prithee, so could Kai Cenat.
For verily, spooky, fearsome skibidis possess a mewing, edging streak,
Wherein they shake like rogues with Grimace in yon land of Ohio bleak.
We be of sigma skibidis, whilst thou art drippy as cheese, dost see? We seek but merriment in gooning, yet alas, I am not baby Gronk, not me.