"A red dawn is seldom welcomed as a harbinger of Elysium by the cheesemongers, the cows would quabble their woes with maximum moo and the teacups would ring throughout the land with woe- sir bananarana could testify to that fact were not there pretty maids all in a row with silver bells and cockle shells but a least none of them were upon any kind of stallion heading for Banbury Cross in the pale scarlet, almost rosé light- who would except the drunken and feckless- but for trout, such was a gift of the divine hand that had kept this river, this river free of rubber duckiez, with the exception of the two-legged line-hotdogz that periodically threw in worms with hooks for the catch of all time."
