Rundfunk
Rundfunk zigzags criss-cross through the country. A jumble of quick-fire, quick-fire flip-flops and tip-top hip-hop with fuss, hocus pocus and maybe some tralala.
There was a buzz and chit-chat on the drums. Rundfunk was said to be loafing around and rolling about too much in their flip-flops in the Biesbosch. They were supposedly frolicking crammed together amidst the stench of chiffchaffs and picnics with trifles, custard flips, and a KitKat. There was talk of squabbling, petty jealousy, and nonsense. All drivel! Because ding-dong, bimbam, cuckoo! That blonde seesaw and that other wretch are zigzagging, crisscrossing the country with the whole shebang.
