Whilst the greatest effort has been made to ensure the quality of this text, due to the historical nature of this content, in some rare cases there may be minor issues with legibility. 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.
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