Notes in the Cell Phone 4

In the pladarf mussleaves plonged
Lokting dist with wokling blonged
Floffing husts of quardet mool
Sidding weavos ingervool

As clamper doed and eyser lowed
I mytrelbold to tando roed
Sould, kould, lykk fulra bould
After hould on sussless wolds

So bright the morn caress the dew
Atop clear mountains strewn so few
Lest the day break over night
Rise the birds of coloured sight

Soon great Helios runs his course
Earth shys away from light’s source
Darkness hangs o’er heaven’s face
Fly the owls, the night’s grace

Jabberwocky-like, but Hazuki appended the third part, and the fourth part was my response