| is a little tittertit of hilarity (Lad-o'-me-soul! Lad-o'-me-soul, | 1 |
| see!) and the wordchary is atvoiced ringsoundinly by their toots | 2 |
| ensembled, though not meaning to be clever, but just with a shrug | 3 |
| of their hips to go to troy and harff a freak at himself by all that | 4 |
| story to the ulstramarines. Otherwised, holding their noises, | 5 |
| they insinuate quiet private, Ni, he make peace in his preaches | 6 |
| and play with esteem. | 7 |
| Warewolff! Olff! Toboo! | 8 |
| So olff for his topheetuck the ruck made raid, aslick aslegs | 9 |
| would run; and he ankered on his hunkers with the belly belly | 10 |
| prest. Asking: What's my muffinstuffinaches for these times? To | 11 |
| weat: Breath and bother and whatarcurss. Then breath more | 12 |
| bother and more whatarcurss. Then no breath no bother but wor- | 13 |
| rawarrawurms. And Shim shallave shome. | 14 |
| As Rigagnolina to Mountagnone, what she meaned he could | 15 |
| not can. All she meaned was golten sylvup, all she meaned was | 16 |
| some Knight's ploung jamn. It's driving her dafft like he's so | 17 |
| dumnb. If he'd lonely talk instead of only gawk as thought yate- | 18 |
| man hat stuck hits stick althrough his spokes and if he woold nut | 19 |
| wolly so! Hee. Speak, sweety bird! Mitzymitzy! Though I did | 20 |
| ate tough turf I'm not the bogdoxy. | 21 |
Have you monbreamstone? | 22 |
No. | 23 |
or Hellfeuersteyn? | 24 |
No. | 25 |
Or Van Diemen's coral pearl? | 26 |
No. | 27 |
| He has lost. | 28 |
| Off to clutch, Glugg! Forwhat! Shape your reres, Glugg! | 29 |
| Foreweal! Ring we round, Chuff! Fairwell! Chuffchuff's inners | 30 |
| even. All's rice with their whorl! | 31 |
| Yet, ah tears, who can her mater be? She's promised he'd eye | 32 |
| her. To try up her pretti. But now it's so longed and so fared and | 33 |
| so forth. Jerry for jauntings. Alabye! Fled. | 34 |
| The flossies all and mossies all they drooped upon her draped | 35 |
| brimfall. The bowknots, the showlots, they wilted into woeblots. | 36 |