King. 1 His sevencoloured's soot (Ochone!		1
	Ochonal!) 2 and his imponence one heap lump-		2
Why so mucky	block (Mogoul!). And rivers burst out like		3
pick bridges	weeming racesround joydrinks for the fewnral-		4
span our Flumi-	ly, 3 where every feaster's a foster's other, fian-		5
nian road.	nians all. 4 The wellingbreast, he willing giant,		6
P.C. Helmut's in	the mountain mourning his duggedy dew. To		7
the cottonwood,	obedient of civicity in urbanious at felicity		8
listnin.	what'll yet meek Mike 5 our diputy mimber when		9
The throne is an	he's head on poll and Peter's burgess and Miss		10
umbrella strande	Mishy Mushy is tiptupt by Toft Taft. Boblesse		11
and a sceptre's a	gobleege. For as Anna was at the beginning		12
stick.	lives yet and will return after great deap sleap		13
Jady jewel, our	rerising and a white night high with a cows of		14
daktar deer.	Drommhiem as shower as there's a wet en-		15
Gautamed bud-	clouded in Westwicklow or a little black rose a		16
ders deossiphys-	truant in a thorntree. We drames our dreams		17
ing our Theas.	tell Bappy returns. And Sein annews. We will		18
	not say it shall not be, this passing of order and		19
	order's coming, but in the herbest country and		20
	in the country around Blath as in that city self		21
	of legionds they look for its being ever yet. So		22
	shuttle the pipers done. 6 Eric aboy! 7 And it's		23
	time that all paid tribute to this massive mor-		24
By lineal in pon-	tiality, the pink of punk perfection as photo-		25
dus overthepoise.	graphy in mud. Some may seek to dodge the		26
1 I wonder if I put the old buzzerd one night to suckle in Millickmaam's
honey like they use to emballem some of the special popes with a book in his
hand and his mouth open.
2 And a ripping rude rape in his lucreasious togery.
3 Will ye nought would wet your weapons, warriors bard?
4 Roe, Williams, Bewey, Greene, Gorham, McEndicoth and Vyler, the
lays of ancient homes.
5 The stanidsglass effect, you could sugerly swear buttermilt would not
melt down his dripping ducks.
6 Thickathigh and Thinathews with sant their dam.
7 Oh, could we do with this waddled of ours like that redbanked profanian
with his bakset of yosters.