But when this toyish maiden
Said she must return erelong,
Like an igneous irruption
He poured forth his soul in song.
HE."In hammering stone saucepans
There's no delight for me,
In fishing for the trilobite
No pastime there can be;
My only joy in life
Is but to promenade with thee,
So come, sweet love, with me."
SHE."The savage pterodactyl
Is fluttering in the sky,
The iguanodon upon the sea
Is madly splashing by,
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