| What was thaas? Fog was whaas? Too mult sleepth. Let | 1 |
| sleepth. | 2 |
| But really now whenabouts? Expatiate then how much times | 3 |
| we live in. Yes? | 4 |
| So,nat by night by naught by naket, in those good old lousy | 5 |
| days gone by, the days, shall we say? of Whom shall we say? | 6 |
| while kinderwardens minded their twinsbed, therenow they- | 7 |
| stood, the sycomores, all four of them, in their quartan agues, the | 8 |
| majorchy, the minorchy, the everso and the fermentarian with | 9 |
| their ballyhooric blowreaper, titranicht by tetranoxst, at their | 10 |
| pussycorners, and that old time pallyollogass, playing copers fear- | 11 |
| some, with Gus Walker, the cuddy, and his poor old dying | 12 |
| boosy cough, esker, newcsle, saggard, crumlin, dell me, donk, | 13 |
| the way to wumblin. Follow me beeline and you're bumblin, | 14 |
| esker, newcsle, saggard, crumlin. And listening. So gladdied up | 15 |
| when nicechild Kevin Mary (who was going to be comman- | 16 |
| deering chief of the choirboys' brigade the moment he grew up | 17 |
| under all the auspices) irishsmiled in his milky way of cream | 18 |
| dwibble and onage tustard and dessed tabbage, frighted out when | 19 |
| badbrat Jerry Godolphing (who was hurrying to be cardinal | 20 |
| scullion in a night refuge as bald as he was cured enough | 21 |
| unerr all the hospitals) furrinfrowned down his wrinkly waste | 22 |
| of methylated spirits, ick,and lemoncholy lees, ick, and pulverised | 23 |
| rhubarbarorum, icky; | 24 |