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