o, Miss Lark I got one for you.

	Miss Lark likes to walk in the park with Andrew.

Hello, Andrew.

	Ah, Mrs. Cory a story for you.

	Your daughters were shorter than you, but they grew.

	Dear Miss Persimmon--


Miss Persimmon:

Yes?


Bert:

	Wind's in the east, mist comin' in.

	Like something is brewin' about to begin

	Can't put me finger on what lies in store

	But I feel what's to happen, all happened before.

I'm sorry. Where was I? Thank you, one and all, for