| Seek! And number two digged up Poors Coort, Soother, trying | 1 |
| to. Hide! Seek! Hide! Seek! And nomber three he sleeped with | 2 |
| Lilly Tekkles at The Eats and he was trying to. Hide! Seek! | 3 |
| Hide! Seek! And the last with the sailalloyd donggie he was | 4 |
| berthed on the Moherboher to the Washte and they were all try- | 5 |
| ing to and baffling with the walters of, hoompsydoompsy walters | 6 |
| of. High! Sink! High! Sink! Highohigh! Sinkasink! | 7 |
| Waves. | 8 |
| The gangstairs strain and anger's up As Hoisty rares the can | 9 |
| and cup To speed the bogre's barque away O'er wather parted | 10 |
| from the say. | 11 |
| Horkus chiefest ebblynuncies! | 12 |
He shook be ashaped of hempshelves, hiding that shepe in | 13 |
| his goat. And for rassembling so bearfellsed the magreedy | 14 |
| prince of Roger. Thuthud. Heigh hohse, heigh hohse, our kin- | 15 |
| dom from an orse! Bruni Lanno's woollies on Brani Lonni's | 16 |
| hairyparts. And the hunk in his trunk it would be an insalt foul | 17 |
| the matter of that cellaring to a pigstrough. Stop his laysense. | 18 |
| Ink him! You would think him Alddaublin staking his lordsure like | 19 |
| a gourd on puncheon. Deblinity devined. Wholehunting the pairk | 20 |
| on a methylogical mission whenever theres imberillas! And call- | 21 |
| ing Rina Roner Reinette Ronayne. To what mine answer is a | 22 |
| lemans. Arderleys, beedles and postbillers heard him. Three | 23 |
| points to one. Ericus Vericus corrupted into ware eggs. Dummy | 24 |
| up, distillery! Broree aboo! Run him a johnsgate down jameses- | 25 |
| lane. Begetting a wife which begame his niece by pouring her | 26 |
| youngthings into skintighs. That was when he had dizzy spells. | 27 |
| Till Gladstools Pillools made him ride as the mall. Thanks to his | 28 |
| huedobrass beerd. Lodenbroke the Longman, now he canseels | 29 |
| under veerious persons but is always that Rorke relly! On con- | 30 |
| sideration for the musickers he ought to have down it. Pass out | 31 |
| your cheeks, why daunt you! Penalty, please! There you'll know | 32 |
| how warder barded the bollhead that parssed our alley. We just | 33 |
| are upsidedown singing what ever the dimkims mummur alla- | 34 |
| lilty she pulls inner out heads. This is not the end of this by no | 35 |
| manners means. When you've bled till you're bone it crops out | 36 |