I sats there in my chair, wits fangers in my hair
Saying way ay can’t I spell that word todya?
I know the word, I know the sound but when it comes I can’t write it down…
The lettres go wonkey backwrads loopy do
I can’t seem to put two and to with ym sentance
So ye may read my words from me to you it not happing now
Is a berry vad kase of bad-speller-ities gone south
For I now my wok but tat all it about