Pericles' Funeral Oration

My hat it has twelve fishes, Twelve yawnos has my song, And had it not twelve fishes, It would be rather long. But have I written yet enough To drive all readers sane? Or mad? Or green? Or curling-tongs? Do tell me, where's my brain? As Basil Fawlty once remarked, "I've only got one face" — well, actually, as you can tell, it was just a negative space. "To be or not to be", That is (dear friends) a quotation; and now we will upstanding be for Pericles' Funeral Oration. The scholars know not what it means or whether it means any—thing; they could have gone to Crossroads with a major hit for Benny. And so I write more rubbish down, not knowing where I'm going, And so I write more hsibbur up, not going where I'm knowing. I wonder if you've ever learnt to count to five hundred and five? I know I haven't, but then again, I'm dead whilst still alive.