This is the flag of the Prooshi— ous, the Cap and Soracer. This is the bul et that byng the flag of the Prooshious. This is the ffrinch that fire on the Bul that bang the flag of the Prooshious. Saloos the Crossgunn! Up with your pike and fork! Tip. (Bul sfoot! Fine!) This is the triplewon hat of Lipoleum. Tip. Lipoleumhat. This is the Wil ingdone on his same white harse, the Cokenhape. This is the big Sraughter Wil-lingdone, grand and magentic in his goldtin spurs and his ironed dux and his quarterbrass woodyshoes and his magnate’s gharters and his bangkok’s best and goliar’s goloshes and his pul upon-easyan wartrews. This is his big wide harse. Tip. This is the three lipoleum boyne grouching down in the living detch. This is an inimyskil ing inglis, this is a scotcher grey, this is a davy, stooping. This is the bog lipoleum mordering the lipoleum beg. A Gal awghurs argaumunt. This is the petty lipoleum boy that was nayther bag nor bug. Assaye, assaye!

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