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Who Is The Author?The following literary curiosity found its way recently into the query column of a Boston newspaper. Nobody seems to know who wrote it: O I wish I was in eden Where all the beastes is feedin, the Pigs an cows an osses. And the long tale Bull wot tosses the Bulldog and the Rabbit, acaus it is his habbit; Where Lions, Tigurs, monkees, And them long-ear'd things call'd Donkeys, Meat all together daylee With Crockedyles all Skaley, Where sparros on the bushis Sings to there mates, the thrushis, an Hawks and Littel Rens Wawks about like Cocks and Ens, One looking at the tuther for all the World like a Bruther. Where no quarlin is or Phytin, its tru wot ime aritin. O for a wauk at even, somewhere abowt 6 or 7, When the Son be gwain to bed, with his fase all fyree red. O for the grapes and resins Wot ripens at all seesins; the appels and the Plumbs As Big as my 2 thums; the hayprecocks an peechis, Wot all within our reech is, An we mought pick an heat, paying nothing for the treat. O for the pooty flouers A bloomin at all ours, So that a large Bokay Yew may gether any day Of ev'ry flour that blose from Colleflour to rose. Next: The Art Of Not Forgetting Previous: How The Presidents Died
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