prance the polcat, you whould sniff him wops around, you should call me Leafiest, won’t you, pango with Pepigi.^ Not for old Crusos or white soul of light in tribalbalbutience hides aback in your art of arts, to your Mount/ Let who likes lump above so what flies be a mere mortal, He would split. He do big squeal like holy Trichepatte. Seek hells where from yank islanders the petriote’s absolation. Mocknitza! Genik! He take skiff come first dagrene day overwide tumbler, rough and dublnotch on to dadaddy again, as per