Chapter 1
Once upon a time and a very good time it was there was a moocow coming down along the road and this moocow that was coming down along the road met a nicens little boy named baby tuckoo...
His father told him that story: his father looked at him through a glass: he had a hairy face
He was baby tuckoo. The moocow came down the road where Betty Byrne lived: she sold lemon platt
O, the wild rose blossoms
On the little green place
He sang that song. That was his song
O, the green wothe botheth
When you wet the bed first it is warm then it gets cold. His mother put on the oilsheet. That had the queer smell
His mother had a nicer smell than his father. She played on the piano the sailor's hornpipe for him to dance. He danced:
Tralala lala
Tralala tralaladdy
Tralala lala
Tralala lala
Uncle Charles and Dante clapped. They were older than his father and mother but uncle Charles was older than Dante
Once upon a time and a very good time it was there was a moocow coming down along the road and this moocow that was coming down along the road met a nicens little boy named baby tuckoo...
His father told him that story: his father looked at him through a glass: he had a hairy face
He was baby tuckoo. The moocow came down the road where Betty Byrne lived: she sold lemon platt
O, the wild rose blossoms
On the little green place
He sang that song. That was his song
O, the green wothe botheth
When you wet the bed first it is warm then it gets cold. His mother put on the oilsheet. That had the queer smell
His mother had a nicer smell than his father. She played on the piano the sailor's hornpipe for him to dance. He danced:
Tralala lala
Tralala tralaladdy
Tralala lala
Tralala lala
Uncle Charles and Dante clapped. They were older than his father and mother but uncle Charles was older than Dante
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