in it, o Palladian, daring alone  storeys graced y caryatid s facilitate t ascent, t colour, I can tell you.  seen my precious tabby croucter above me keening encouragement, I, even I, mig flying, up brougo her windowsill.

    quot;Dear god!quot; too, aimental tcter. quot;Puss-in-boots!quot;

    I boo o t a moment to lose. quot;Cast your eye belo; I ;e , ready to sing you an evening ditty.quot;

    tion is tter part. And, for bot sakes I did it, t of bot eyes inspired me to ttempted, by me or any ot, in boots or out of triple somersault!

    And a torey drop to ground, .

    Only t trifle o say, I neatly land on all my fours and tabs goes nessed my triumpuning up t old mandolin and breaks, as doo his song.

    I rees, like mine; and yet tle died for urning costers paused in tracks to reet girls forgot turned to , they did.

    tabs, up on ts power I know my  is in his voice.