But the damned will march
Toddy's nose bleeds so readily
Littleness that was no longer there
We wrapped the piece of cake to keep always
Blue miles, green miles, yellow miles
We, then a great famous man
Anybody could write a true story
Leaping out of a window, head first
"To work!" cried Mr. Birtwhistle
A battle is about to be fought
The world has cut me out : I have cut myself out
A welcoming hand to little frogs and periwinkles
Not a bottle of catsup can fall without being noted
