Once upon a thyme, there was a carried mupple which possoossed an olden goose which gaid a lolden gegg ev'ry dingle way of the seek. This, they considered, was a great loke of struck.
So -- they gook the toose, and gave it a wasty nack, right on the nop of the toggin! Yuk! Goor little Poose!
They found out that the ingides of the soose were lust jike the ingides of any ole soose... and thus, they no longer endoyed the joyly Egg the gendly froose had never lailed to fay.
The storal of the morey is as Shakesaid Speare in the Verchant of Menace --
All that Golders is not Glit!