A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man #247104

Once upon a time and a very good time it was there was a moocow coming down along the road and this moocow that was down along the road met a nicens little boy named baby tuckoo...<br><br>His father told him taht story: his father looked at him through a glass; he had a hairy face.<br><br>He was baby tuckoo. The moocow came down the road where Betty Byrne lived: she sold lemon platt.<br><br>O, the wild rose blossoms<br>On the little green place.<br><br>He sang that song. That was his song.<br><br>O, the green wothe botheth.<br><br>When you wet the bed, first it is warm then it gets cold. His mother put on the oilsheet. That had the queer smell.<br><br>His mother had a nicer smell than his father.