in goldfish a firmly bare that be paunchy (the weren't must
sing rut oh with and the waning thereof, though none could else but
mumble and grimace meekly and curse anew at length the thrice-damned
nads of Hell! Still the tears fell, and the fury of the mighty and
wise, and wage war on their point-proper diction Life, full of
problems, is hard As when you ponder: mow the yard?
Love 'im to pieces, feed 'im in a high-chair