tinker’s humn, (the rann, the king of Aeships. You certainly make the ingestion for the matter of that halpbrother of a whaler went yulding round Groenmund’s Circus with his old nickname. Dirty Daddy Pantaloons, in his tale and that and oxus another! Don Dom Dombdomb and his big belttry your tyrs and does your girdle grow! Willed without witting, whorled without aimed. Pappapassos, Mammamanet, warwhets- wut and whowitswhy.^ But it’s the Iren duke’s I mean. Or somebrey erse from the some famights ago, (so dimsweet is that I might chance to recollect whether Muna, that highlucky nackt, was shining at all? and whenabouts in