Ms. Thistle was a fine seashell sheller at the ocean front factory
She'd offer scotch to the kids that came round to gather and stare
Many gentleman callers came by to stare at her thinning head of golden hair
Of such they'd comment in Latin if finding the coiffure satisfacory
Their language upset her to no end. she would violently burst and throw a scare
"freefablibigit abdulajumbada pistola moozer fitcomendooza!"
And the state was finally called and a report was made