Fritzy was the TV, sorta work and sorta doesn't Like the snowy out the window was the fuzzy on the screen And snorey-borey were the little toys upon the floory And the neighbor kids were always kinda mean So criss-cross sat and chitter-chat, our days were spent conversy Interspersy little words our very own till we'd forget Just where the English end and where our little words beginned And ennui aid and time abet et ceter-eter-ret-set-set-set
We take a syllable, the funnier the better We say it till we make it be a word Lexicon of beg and borrow Idioglossary are oh, Isn't it the bestest thing you ever ever heard Understood by no one but The two of us and you know what I mean when all I'm saying is a-la-a-wah-a-oh It's something magical, absurd, and so Much fun, this thing that we both know
So we made a language and we meant to keep it secret But the words were so hilarious we had to share them all We put it alphabetic and we gave 'em definitions And we wrote 'em out in crayon on the wall Well, Momma didn't really take a liking to the mural Truly, artistry is never understood within its day But maybe, in the end, we like it better as an enigmatic Game that only we can play, it's siblinguistic anyway