011.01 The three of crows have flapped it southenly, kraaking of de

011.02 baccle to the kvarters of that sky whence triboos answer; Wail,

011.03 tis well! She niver comes out when Thon's on shower or when

011.04 Thon's flash with his Nixy girls or when Thon's blowing toom-

011.05 cracks down the gaels of Thon. No nubo no! Neblas on you liv!

011.06 Her would be too moochy afreet. Of Burymeleg and Bindme-

011.07 rollingeyes and all the deed in the woe. Fe fo fom! She jist does

011.08 hopes till byes will be byes. Here, and it goes on to appear now,

011.09 she comes, a peacefugle*, a parody's bird, a peri potmother,

011.10 a pringlpik in the ilandiskippy, with peewee and powwows

011.11 in beggybaggy on her bickybacky and a flick flask fleckflinging

011.12 its pixylighting pacts' huemeramybows, picking here, pecking

011.13 there, pussypussy plunderpussy. But it's the armitides toonigh,

011.14 militopucos, and toomourn we wish for a muddy kissmans to the

011.15 minutia workers and there's to be a gorgeups truce for happinest

011.16 childher everwere. Come nebo me and suso sing the day we

011.17 sallybright. She's burrowed the coacher's headlight the better to

011.18 pry (who goes cute goes siocur and shoos aroun) and all spoiled

011.19 goods go into her nabsack: curtrages and rattlin buttins, nappy

011.20 spattees and flasks of all nations, clavicures and scampulars, maps,

011.21 keys and woodpiles of haypennies and moonled brooches with

011.22 bloodstaned breeks in em, boaston nightgarters and masses of

011.23 shoesets and nickelly nacks and foder allmicheal and lugly parson

011.24 of cates and howitzer muchears and midgers and maggets, ills and

011.25 ells with loffs of toffs and pleures of bells and the last sigh that

011.26 come fro the hart (bucklied!) and the fairest sin the sunsaw

011.27 (that's cearc!). With Kiss. Kiss Criss. Cross Criss. Kiss Cross.

011.28 Undo lives 'end. Slain.

[011.29-012.17]: her stolen presents — her role in life.

011.29 How bootifull and how truetowife of her, when strengly fore-

011.30 bidden, to steal our historic presents from the past postpropheti-

011.31 cals so as to will make us all lordy heirs and ladymaidesses of a

011.32 pretty nice kettle of fruit. She is livving in our midst of debt and

011.33 laffing through all plores for us (her birth is uncontrollable), with

011.34 a naperon for her mask and her sabboes kickin arias (so sair! so

011.35 solly!) if yous ask me and I saack you. Hou! Hou! Gricks may