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And then he spoke though, ter'ble nice—
Aw, the beautiful advice!
Delicake though, delicake—
Aw, that was the Pazon, bide or break.
But when they came to the steep hill
At the Cloven Stones, “Sit still, sit still!”
Says the Pazon, and down on his tippitoes,
And a hould of Smiler by the nose,
And leadin', and thinkin', and how he must warn her,
And “serious very!” turns Kelly's corner
At the bottom yandhar, and a stip and a step,
And a heave and a plump, and where was this rep?
Aw, the beautiful advice!
Delicake though, delicake—
Aw, that was the Pazon, bide or break.
But when they came to the steep hill
At the Cloven Stones, “Sit still, sit still!”
Says the Pazon, and down on his tippitoes,
And a hould of Smiler by the nose,
And leadin', and thinkin', and how he must warn her,
And “serious very!” turns Kelly's corner
At the bottom yandhar, and a stip and a step,
And a heave and a plump, and where was this rep?
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