His father told him that story: his father looked at him through a glass: he had a hairy face.

He was baby tuckoo. The moocow came down the road where Betty Byrne lived: she sold lemon platt.
- P11


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Chapter 1

Once upon a time and very good time it was there was a moocow coming down along the road and this moocow that was coming down along the road met a nicens little boy named baby tuckoo...
- P10


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When you wet the bed first it is warm then it gets cold. His mother put on the oilsheet. That had queer smell.

His mother had a nice smell than his father. She played on the piano the sailor‘s hornpipe for him to dance. He danced:
- P11


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O, the wild rose blossoms On the little green place.

He sang the song. That was his song.

O, the green wothe bbotheth.

- P10


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He was baby tuckoo. The moocow came down the road where Betty Byrne lived: she sold lemon platt.

O, the wild rose blossoms
On the little green place.
He sang that song.
- P10


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