This way the mewseyroom. Mind your hat |+going in. goan in!+| Now yiz are in the Willingdone |+museum
mewseyroom+|. This is a Prooshious gunn. This is a ffrinch. Tip. This is the flag of the Prooshious. |+The Cap & Soracer.+| This is the bullet that
|+bing byng+| the flag of the Prooshious. This is the ffrinch that fire |+on+| the bull that bang the flag of the Prooshious.
|+|aUp Saloos toa| Crossgunn. Up with the pike & fork!+| Tip. This the
|+triplewon+| hat |+o' of+| lipoleum. Tip. Lipoleumhat. This is the Willingdone on his white harse
|+the Cokenheap+|. This the big |+Sraughter+| Willingdone, grand and magentic, in his goltin spurs and quarterbrass
|+shoes woodyshoes |aand his pulluponeasion wartrewsa|+|. This is his big wide harse. Tip. This is the three lipoleum boyne grouching down in the living ditch. This is an
|+innimyskilling+| inglis, this is a scotcher |+grey+|, this a walshe
one|+, stooping+|. This is the bog lipoleum mordering the lipoleum beg. This is the little lipoleum boy that was nayther bog nor beg. |+Touchole
|aunread Tuomash Fitz Tuomusha|, Dirty Mac
|aDick Dykea|, Hairy O'Hurry |aall of them arminus-varminusa|.+| This is
Delian alps. |+This is Mont Tiffle, this is Mont Tipsey, this is the Mons Injun.+| This is the crimmealine of the alps
|+sheltershocking hooping to sheltershock+| the three lipoleums.
This is the jinnies with their legohorns |+feinting to read their handmade book of stralegy &+| making their war undisides the Willingdone. The jinnies is a cooin her |+hair hand+| and the jinnies is a ravin her hair & the Willingdone |+get git+| the band up. This is the Big |+Willingdone Willingdone's+| tallowscoop |+Wounderworker+| obscides on |+the flanks of+| the jinnies. Tip. This is the |+Belchium taking Belchum |asneaking snakinga|+| a phillippy out of his |+most decisive+| bottle of Tilsiter. |+This is the libel on the battle. |aAwful Grimmest Sun'shat Cromwelly, Looted.a|+| This is the jinnies hasting dispatch to |+fontannoy irrigate+| the Willingdone. |+Dispatch across the shortfront of the Belchum.+| Liefer |+Awthur |aSraughter Othora|+|, fieldgaze |+the thy+| tiny frow? |+Hug acting. Nap.+| |+The That was the tictacs+| jinnies |+think they cotch for to fontannoy+| the Willingdone. |+Shee shee shee! |aThe jinnies is jillous on the lipoleums. And the lipoleums is boycotton onto the Willingdone. And the Willingdone git the band upa|+| This is the |+Belchium Belchum+|, bonnet and busby, breaking the word |+with a ball up his ear+| to the Willingdone. This is the Willingdone's hurold dispatchback. |+Dispatch desployed on the regions rare of the Belchum.+| Cherry jinnies, damn fairy ann, voutre, Willingdone. Tip. |+That was the first joke of Willingdone |atic for taca|. Hee hee hee!+| This is the |+Belchium Belchum+| in his |+12 mile+| cowchooks footing the camp for the jinnies. For he'd sooner buy a guinness than he'd sell sour stout.
This is |+Prooshious Rooshious+| balls. This is |+the ffrinch a ttrinch+|. |+This is mistletropes, this is Canon Futter |awith the popynosea|, this is the blessed.+| This is jinnies in the |+|apretty bonnya|+| bawn blooches. This is lipoleums in the rowdy hoses. Tip. This is the Willingdone|+, by the splinters of Cork,+| order fire. Tonerre! This is smokings, this is floodens, this is panickburns. This is the Willingdone cry. Bromme! Bromme! |+Cambromme! Combromme!+| This is jinnies cry. Underwetter! Goat strip Finnlambs! This is jinnies rinning away dowan a bunkersheels. |+|aThis is the bissmark of the jinnies they left behind them.a| |aWith a trip & a trip & a trip & a tripsoairy.a| This is the Belchum's |atinkyou tankyou fora| cotchin the crapes in the cool of his canister.+| This is the Willingdone branlish his |+marmorial+| tallowscoop |+Sophy-Key-po+| on the rinnyway jinnies. This is the three lipoleums that spy the Willingdone from his big white harse |+the Capinhope+|. The Willingdone is an old maxy montrumeny. |+The lipoleums is nice Lipoleums is pitty+| hung |+bushellers bushellors+|. This is the hinnessy spying the Willingdone, this is the lipsyg dooley krieging the funk from the hinnessy, this is the |+hindoo hinndoo+| Shimar Shinº between the dooleyboy and
the hinnessy. Tip. This is the |+waxy wixy+| old Willingdone picking up the half of |+a the threefoiled+| hat of lipoleums from the bluddlefilth. This is the hindoo waxing ranjymad for a bombshoob. This is the Willingdone hanging the half of a hat of lipoleums up the tail on the |+backend buckside+| of his big white harse. |+Tip. That was the last joke of |aAllfleda| Willingdone. Hit hit hit!+| This is the harse of the Willingdone |+Culpenhelp+| |+unread woggling+| his tailoscrupp with the half |+o' a+| hat to the |+hindoo hinndoo+| seeboy. This is the seeboy, madrashattaras, upjump and pumpim, cry to the Willingdone. Ap Pukkaru! Pukka Yurap! |+This is the Willingdone, born a gentleman, |atenders tindersa| his maxbotch to |acursigana| Shimar Shin.+| This is the |+hindoo dooforhim seeboy+| blow the whole of the half of a hat of lipoleums off of the |+end top+|
of the tale on the back of his big wide harse. Tip. |+Here Copenhagen ends.+| This way the mewseyroom. Mind your boots |+going out. goan out!+|