My apologies to Emma Lazarus for the following:
"Keep, ancient lands, your UC draiks!" cries she
With silent lips. "Give me your quoins, your cubimals,
Your cuddled emblems yearning to breathe free,
The coveted icons of your teeming shrine.
Send these, the rook and rube, overpriced, to me,
I follow sparkly on through the teal/white door!"
Any more?