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dinous and oldbuoyant, inscythe his elytrical wormcasket and1
Dehlia and Peonia, his druping nymphs, bewheedling him, com-2
pound eyes on hornitosehead, and Auld Letty Plussiboots to3
scratch his cacumen and cackle his tramsitus, diva deborah (seven4
bolls of sapo, a lick of lime, two spurts of fussfor, threefurts of5
sulph, a shake o'shouker, doze grains of migniss and a mesfull of6
midcap pitchies. The whool of the whaal in the wheel of the7
whorl of the Boubou from Bourneum has thus come to taon!),8
and with tambarins and cantoridettes soturning around his eggs-9
hill rockcoach their dance McCaper in retrophoebia, beck from10
bulk, like fantastic disossed and jenny aprils, to the ra, the ra, the11
ra, the ra, langsome heels and langsome toesis, attended to by a12
mutter and doffer duffmatt baxingmotch and a myrmidins of13
pszozlers pszinging Satyr's Caudledayed Nice and Hombly,14
Dombly Sod We Awhile but Ho, Time Timeagen, Wake! For if15
sciencium (what's what) can mute uns nought, 'a thought,16
abought the Great Sommboddy within the Omniboss, perhops an17
artsaccord (hoot's hoot) might sing ums tumtim abutt the Little18
Newbuddies that ring his panch. A high old tide for the bar-19
heated publics and the whole day as gratiis! Fudder and lighting20
for ally looty, any filly in a fog, for O'Cronione lags acrumbling21
in his sands but his sunsunsuns still tumble on. Erething above22
ground, as his Book of Breathings bed him, so as everwhy, sham23
or shunner, zeemliangly to kick time.24
    Grouscious me and scarab my sahull What a bagateller it is! 25
Libelulous! Inzanzarity! Pou! Pschla! Ptuh! What a zeit for the26
goths! vented the Ondt, who, not being a sommerfool, was27
thothfolly making chilly spaces at hisphex affront of the icinglass28
of his windhame, which was cold antitopically Nixnixundnix.29
We shall not come to party at that lopp's, he decided possibly,30
for he is not on our social list. Nor to Ba's berial nether, thon31
sloghard, this oldeborre's yaar ablong as there's a khul on a khat.32
Nefersenless, when he had safely looked up his ovipository, he33
loftet hails and prayed: May he me no voida water! Seekit Ha-34
tup! May no he me tile pig shed on! Suckit Hotup! As broad as35
Beppy's realm shall flourish my reign shall flourish! As high as36