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There Was An Old Man Of Messina, Whose Daughter Was Named Opsibeena; She Wore A Small Wig, And Rode Out On A Pig, To The Perfect Delight Of Messina.

What Will Happen To Me, As The Oyster Said When He Very Inadvertently Swallowed The Gooseberry Bush, Nobody Can Tell.

A Vile Beastly Rottenheaded Foolbegotten Brazenthroated Pernicous Piggish Screaming, Tearing, Roaring, Perplexing, Splitmecrackle Crashmecriggle Insane Ass Of A Woman Is Practising Howling Below-stairs With A Brute Of A Singingmaster So Horribly, That My Head Is Nearly Off.

And What Can We Expect If We Haven't Any Dinner, But To Lose Our Teeth And Eyelashes And Keep On Growing Thinner?

I Was Much Distressed By Next Door People Who Had Twin Babies & Played The Violin: But One Of The Twins Died, & The Other Has Eaten The Fiddle — So All Is Peace.