There was a cow and there was a which(?) And the cow jump-ed over the mun(?). But the coh said "let them all be nacred!" and it was so. the fumility of the hoorimility was sow extounding, that all a round (before pi was eventually scwared) was the fuming of, not only the bandersnatch, but posse's ever where(?)).

the start started along a long tome ago. when miloco was spelt, and spilt on the top of some suckers pour head. not funny, a parently, not funny, but apparently funnies, wot with all the star ease told, also, retaled into ad numption infinitudimous. and day loft, and loafed, and la la la laft all the day long, till funny wasn't even funey anymore (crying and such, stoopid, and storpid, and imbecillic and such and such).

the hereford, of which I was spokeing, had some twitchy galloshes (I'll get you my purty, and your little dog two!) and so a paird a femaile dog (goD, for all yew hathens!). and so those is Y eye cannuck get ever over pasteur it.

and it was the Hot (wheels of fortunado), that hid to be hadden, so sso knot te bo baiten by Ties! such is srife. sech is knife. socks and gones, bones to sewards. fore to kettle a kite of a bite of a chicken ECK! s'cuse me fore coarsing my hayers on ail you ales! still donuts absolve athens! nothing shortened nothig burrowed, nothing giand! so me he ca na do te.

(tobie discontinentially coinconspiculorly TBC)