| mother would lay her new golden sheegg for me down under in | 1 |
| the shy orient. What wouldn't I poach | 2 |
| side, my otther shoes, my beavery, honest! | 3 |
| belt for a dace feast of grannom with the finny ones, those happy | 4 |
| greppies in their minnowahaw, flashing down the swansway, | 5 |
| leaps ahead of the swift MacEels, the big Gillaroo redfellows | 6 |
| and the pursewinded carpers, rearin antis rood perches astench | 7 |
| of me, or, when I'd like own company best, with the help of a | 8 |
| norange and bear, to be reclined by the lasher on my logansome, | 9 |
| my g.b.d. in my f.a.c.e., solfanelly in my shellyholders and lov'd | 10 |
| latakia, the benuvolent, for my nosethrills, with the jealosomines | 11 |
| wilting away to their heart's deelight and the king of saptimber | 12 |
| letting down his humely odours for my consternation, dapping | 13 |
| my griffeen, burning water in the spearlight or catching trophies | 14 |
| of the king's royal college of sturgeone by the armful for to bake | 15 |
| pike and pie while, O twined me abower in L'Alouette's Tower, | 16 |
| all Adelaide's naughtingerls juckjucking benighth me, I'd ga- | 17 |
| mut my twittynice Dorian blackbudds chthonic solphia off my | 18 |
| singasongapiccolo to pipe musicall airs on numberous fairy- | 19 |
| aciodes. I give, a king, to me, she does, alone, up there, yes see, | 20 |
| I double give, till the spinney all eclosed asong with them. Isn't | 21 |
| that lovely though? I give to me alone I trouble give! I may have | 22 |
| no mind to lamagnage the forte bits like the pianage but you | 23 |
| can't cadge me off the key. I've a voicical lilt too true. Nomario! | 24 |
| And bemolly and jiesis! For I sport a whatyoumacormack in the | 25 |
| latcher part of my throughers. And the lark that I let fly (olala!) | 26 |
| is as cockful of funantics as it's tune to my fork. Naturale you | 27 |
| might lower register me as diserecordant, but I'm athlone in the | 28 |
| lillabilling of killarnies. That's flat. Yet ware the wold, you! | 29 |
| What's good for the gorse is a goad for the garden. Lethals lurk | 30 |
| heimlocked in logans. Loathe laburnums. Dash the gaudy death- | 31 |
| cup! Bryony O'Bryony, thy name is Belladama! But enough of | 32 |
| greenwood's gossip. Birdsnests is birdsnests. Thine to wait but | 33 |
| mine to wage. And now play sharp to me. Doublefirst I'll head | 34 |
| foremost through all my examhoops. And what sensitive coin | 35 |
| I'd be possessed of at Latouche's, begor, I'd sink it sumtotal, every | 36 |