All of the Nigels, standing in row.
Is it a good thing?
No, sir, no.

What can you do with all these pretty little things?
Nothing, nothing, not even break their wings.
Nigels, Nigels, everywhere you go.
This one, that one, all the Nigels
Standing in a row.

(as transcribed from original ancient Muidic mud verses as received through tidal meditations, as some words are either untranslatable or can only be recorded in the sand, some rendering freedoms had to be taken)*

MY FEET
MY ARMS
AND MY #SEAGULL PRINTS#

WE ARE ABOVE
THE WET VEIL
IN OUR REFLECTIONS RIPPLE OUR FOREFATHERS, THEIR FOREFATHERS AND THE FIRST MEUK

WE WALK AND OUR MOIST PRINTS FADE WETLY
WHEN OUR FEET SINK UNDER THE GLISTENING FILM
THE #DECAYING SEAWEED# GROWS BETWEEN

OUR TOES

BUT OUR SHOAL FOREVER PREVAILS

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Registrar-General,
T. J. Bsmrxeam B#####Y,
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FORM B. 1.——HOUSE AND BUILDING RETURN --continued.
BOBERT E. M.aT£n;s0:~.',
Commas loner.»
"f the Heads of Families so occupying it shculd. be bracketted together in C01. 13, thus :-
2 lst December, 1900.
##### Castle,

Oh, the pain, the assault
On my nose
The bitter humiliation
The gall of life's existence
Devoid of meaning,
Save pain
The horrible squishing between
My toes

The cat has ****** in my boots.

Again.

I saw the downfall
Of a leaf today --

A sad sight
To have seen
On a day so bright
And green.

There was no wind
No breeze to set the stage.

The little leaf
All red and brown,
Just let go
And fluttered down.

                               All alone it
                               Fell and lay.
                              All alone on
                              Its last day...

It is
you see
not a question of why
but of how

How do you get her?
How do you do?
And for that matter,
how can I do her?