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| The three of crows have flapped it southenly, kraaking of de | 1 | |
| baccle to the kvarters of that sky whence triboos answer; Wail, | 2 | |
| tis well! She niver comes out when Thon's on shower or when | 3 | |
| Thon's flash with his Nixy girls or when Thon's blowing toom- | 4 | |
| cracks down the gaels of Thon. No nubo no! Neblas on you liv! | 5 | |
| Her would be too moochy afreet. Of Burymeleg and Bindme- | 6 | |
| rollingeyes and all the deed in the woe. Fe fo fom! She jist does | 7 | |
| hopes till byes will be byes. Here, and it goes on to appear now, | 8 | |
| she comes, a peacefugle, a parody's bird, a peri potmother, | 9 | |
| a pringlpik in the ilandiskippy, with peewee and powwows | 10 | |
| in beggybaggy on her bickybacky and a flick flask fleckflinging | 11 | |
| its pixylighting pacts' huemeramybows, picking here, pecking | 12 | |
| there, pussypussy plunderpussy. But it's the armitides toonigh, | 13 | |
| militopucos, and toomourn we wish for a muddy kissmans to the | 14 | |
| minutia workers and there's to be a gorgeups truce for happinest | 15 | |
| childher everwere. Come nebo me and suso sing the day we | 16 | |
| sallybright. She's burrowed the coacher's headlight the better to | 17 | |
| pry (who goes cute goes siocur and shoos aroun) and all spoiled | 18 | |
| goods go into her nabsack: curtrages and rattlin buttins, nappy | 19 | |
| spattees and flasks of all nations, clavicures and scampulars, maps, | 20 | |
| keys and woodpiles of haypennies and moonled brooches with | 21 | |
| bloodstaned breeks in em, boaston nightgarters and masses of | 22 | |
| shoesets and nickelly nacks and foder allmicheal and a lugly parson | 23 | |
| of cates and howitzer muchears and midgers and maggets, ills and | 24 | |
| ells with loffs of toffs and pleures of bells and the last sigh that | 25 | |
| come fro the hart (bucklied!) and the fairest sin the sunsaw | 26 | |
| (that's cearc!). With Kiss. Kiss Criss. Cross Criss. Kiss Cross. | 27 | |
| Undo lives 'end. Slain. | 28 | |
| How bootifull and how truetowife of her, when strengly fore- | 29 | |
| bidden, to steal our historic presents from the past postpropheti- | 30 | |
| cals so as to will make us all lordy heirs and ladymaidesses of a | 31 | |
| pretty nice kettle of fruit. She is livving in our midst of debt and | 32 | |
| laffing through all plores for us (her birth is uncontrollable), with | 33 | |
| a naperon for her mask and her sabboes kickin arias (so sair! so | 34 | |
| solly!) if yous ask me and I saack you. Hou! Hou! Gricks may | 35 | |
| rise and Troysirs fall (there being two sights for ever a picture) | 36 |
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