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	There was an Old Person of Chili,
	Whose conduct was painful and silly,
	He sat on the stairs,
	Eating apples and pears,
	That imprudent Old Person of Chili.

	There was a Young Trimmer of Bay,
	Whose conduct was agile and lay,
	He sat on the wrenches,
	Eating risks and benches,
	That devoted Young Trimmer of Bay

	There was a Young Model of Guy,
	Whose conduct was nervous and nigh,
	He sat on the rabbits,
	Eating teens and habits,
	That respectful Young Model of Guy

	There was a Dispatcher of Zinc,
	Whose conduct was crabby and pink,
	He sat on the thistles,
	Eating eats and bristles,
	That respected Dispatcher of Zinc

	There was a Young Drafter of Ong,
	Whose conduct was dirty and hmong,
	He sat on the tvs,
	Eating dates and cds,
	That unguarded Young Drafter of Ong

	There was a Young Lawyer of Plum,
	Whose conduct was friendly and numb,
	He sat on the tables,
	Eating wastes and cables,
	That attentive Young Lawyer of Plum

	There was an Old Drafter of Kell,
	Whose conduct was prudent and well,
	He sat on the rhinos,
	Eating aunts and shadows,
	That unhelpful Old Drafter of Kell

	There was a Young Locksmith of Spain,
	Whose conduct was stupid and plane,
	He sat on the fridges,
	Eating reefs and bridges,
	That coherent Young Locksmith of Spain

	There was a Young Tester of Fred,
	Whose conduct was willing and shed,
	He sat on the parrots,
	Eating news and carrots,
	That discerning Young Tester of Fred

	There was a Young Hostess of Lyle,
	Whose conduct was dainty and vile,
	He sat on the lighters,
	Eating bits and fighters,
	That dependent Young Hostess of Lyle

	There was a Young Hunter of Dix,
	Whose conduct was playful and six,
	He sat on the jaguars,
	Eating rains and radars,
	That artistic Young Hunter of Dix

	There was a Young Lawyer of Boon,
	Whose conduct was tired and hewn,
	He sat on the feathers,
	Eating toss and heathers,
	That unhelpful Young Lawyer of Boon

	There was an Old Sampler of Dent,
	Whose conduct was flabby and spent,
	He sat on the blouses,
	Eating faiths and houses,
	That devoted Old Sampler of Dent

	There was a Young Artist of Goss,
	Whose conduct was careful and cross,
	He sat on the rabbits,
	Eating trips and habits,
	That disruptive Young Artist of Goss

	There was a Young Sampler of Buhl,
	Whose conduct was grouchy and cool,
	He sat on the aardvarks,
	Eating minks and ballparks,
	That respectful Young Sampler of Buhl

	There was an Old Athlete of Tom,
	Whose conduct was pleasant and calm,
	He sat on the wombats,
	Eating belts and formats,
	That delightful Old Athlete of Tom

	There was a Machinist of Cline,
	Whose conduct was plucky and sign,
	He sat on the whistles,
	Eating counts and thistles,
	That courageous Machinist of Cline

	There was a Young Sorter of Firth,
	Whose conduct was thinking and worth,
	He sat on the horses,
	Eating fats and courses,
	That proficient Young Sorter of Firth

	There was an Instructor of Thor,
	Whose conduct was saucy and sore,
	He sat on the matchbooks,
	Eating vans and passbooks,
	That paternal Instructor of Thor

	There was a Curator of Gunn,
	Whose conduct was careful and dun,
	He sat on the horses,
	Eating sets and courses,
	That ferocious Curator of Gunn

	There was a Physician of Britt,
	Whose conduct was friendly and fit,
	He sat on the lilacs,
	Eating slits and backpacks,
	That respected Physician of Britt

	There was an Old Cutter of Gray,
	Whose conduct was churlish and stray,
	He sat on the footballs,
	Eating coins and fastballs,
	That conceited Old Cutter of Gray

	There was a Young Tuner of Saks,
	Whose conduct was flabby and lax,
	He sat on the wildcats,
	Eating grains and formats,
	That unthinking Young Tuner of Saks

	There was a Young Tuner of Core,
	Whose conduct was distant and sore,
	He sat on the cellphones,
	Eating toms and milestones,
	That unfriendly Young Tuner of Core

	There was an Old Fisher of Earth,
	Whose conduct was grouchy and worth,
	He sat on the wombats,
	Eating slaves and wildcats,
	That judgmental Old Fisher of Earth

	There was an Old Shipmate of Lund,
	Whose conduct was hearty and stunned,
	He sat on the sailboats,
	Eating newts and houseboats,
	That unhelpful Old Shipmate of Lund

	There was a Curator of Rhame,
	Whose conduct was elfin and game,
	He sat on the horses,
	Eating cheats and sources,
	That respected Curator of Rhame

	There was an Accountant of Baird,
	Whose conduct was awful and shared,
	He sat on the wombats,
	Eating loops and wildcats,
	That unfriendly Accountant of Baird

	There was an Old Checker of Weed,
	Whose conduct was pretty and fried,
	He sat on the twisters,
	Eating taps and blisters,
	That inventive Old Checker of Weed

	There was an Old Hostler of Rayle,
	Whose conduct was sullen and pale,
	He sat on the feathers,
	Eating heaps and heathers,
	That volcanic Old Hostler of Rayle

	There was a Young Fisher of Hough,
	Whose conduct was local and tough,
	He sat on the asters,
	Eating combs and plasters,
	That exacting Young Fisher of Hough

	There was an Old Drafter of Kim,
	Whose conduct was willing and skim,
	He sat on the otters,
	Eating drifts and squatters,
	That evasive Old Drafter of Kim

	There was a Director of Floyd,
	Whose conduct was childish and void,
	He sat on the blouses,
	Eating fogs and houses,
	That obliging Director of Floyd

	There was an Old Sorter of Pace,
	Whose conduct was willing and base,
	He sat on the nickels,
	Eating shields and pickles,
	That exacting Old Sorter of Pace

	There was a Mortician of Todd,
	Whose conduct was clever and odd,
	He sat on the moonstones,
	Eating wastes and backbones,
	That volcanic Mortician of Todd

	There was a Musician of Cade,
	Whose conduct was willing and made,
	He sat on the slippers,
	Eating cots and zippers,
	That inspiring Musician of Cade

	There was an Assembler of Luce,
	Whose conduct was awesome and loose,
	He sat on the sponges,
	Eating ways and lunges,
	That disruptive Assembler of Luce

	There was an Old Barber of Klein,
	Whose conduct was dextrous and jain,
	He sat on the nylons,
	Eating buys and icons,
	That exacting Old Barber of Klein

	There was a Producer of Winn,
	Whose conduct was careful and twin,
	He sat on the glasses,
	Eating flutes and classes,
	That reluctant Producer of Winn

	There was an Old Hostler of Beal,
	Whose conduct was naughty and leal,
	He sat on the lighters,
	Eating sleds and fighters,
	That angelic Old Hostler of Beal

	There was a Mortician of Brock,
	Whose conduct was grouchy and stock,
	He sat on the lotions,
	Eating kings and motions,
	That disruptive Mortician of Brock

	There was an Old Teller of Skene,
	Whose conduct was callous and lean,
	He sat on the lilacs,
	Eating hairs and backpacks,
	That unguarded Old Teller of Skene

	There was an Old Plumber of Belle,
	Whose conduct was steady and swell,
	He sat on the aardvarks,
	Eating jails and ballparks,
	That courageous Old Plumber of Belle

	There was a Mortician of Moon,
	Whose conduct was flashy and boon,
	He sat on the matchbooks,
	Eating lets and textbooks,
	That attentive Mortician of Moon

	There was a Translator of May,
	Whose conduct was wary and fey,
	He sat on the lizards,
	Eating sums and blizzards,
	That delightful Translator of May

	There was a Curator of Bratt,
	Whose conduct was stoic and matte,
	He sat on the lemurs,
	Eating dens and screamers,
	That angelic Curator of Bratt

	There was an Old Tester of Bunn,
	Whose conduct was noisy and one,
	He sat on the vases,
	Eating shrines and chases,
	That assertive Old Tester of Bunn

	There was a Translator of Butte,
	Whose conduct was silly and mute,
	He sat on the whistles,
	Eating cubs and thistles,
	That unguarded Translator of Butte

	There was an Assembler of Opp,
	Whose conduct was crabby and top,
	He sat on the toothpicks,
	Eating shoots and lipsticks,
	That reluctant Assembler of Opp

	There was a Young Blaster of Strum,
	Whose conduct was grouchy and numb,
	He sat on the nylons,
	Eating bows and crayons,
	That unfriendly Young Blaster of Strum

	There was a Young Trimmer of War,
	Whose conduct was friendly and sore,
	He sat on the wrenches,
	Eating glows and trenches,
	That paternal Young Trimmer of War

	There was an Internist of Orr,
	Whose conduct was caustic and hoar,
	He sat on the boxes,
	Eating drags and foxes,
	That inactive Internist of Orr

	There was an Old Farmer of Vance,
	Whose conduct was dextrous and chance,
	He sat on the keyboards,
	Eating blocks and billboards,
	That artistic Old Farmer of Vance

	There was an Instructor of Rayle,
	Whose conduct was cheerful and frail,
	He sat on the flashlights,
	Eating chips and headlights,
	That ambitious Instructor of Rayle

	There was a Young Tuner of Paul,
	Whose conduct was helpful and small,
	He sat on the daisies,
	Eating mints and crazies,
	That demonic Young Tuner of Paul

	There was an Old Usher of Bliss,
	Whose conduct was quiet and swiss,
	He sat on the tables,
	Eating dares and stables,
	That unwilling Old Usher of Bliss

	There was an Engraver of Veal,
	Whose conduct was peevish and real,
	He sat on the purses,
	Eating dawns and verses,
	That proficient Engraver of Veal

	There was an Old Buyer of Moon,
	Whose conduct was peaceful and boon,
	He sat on the waters,
	Eating cloths and daughters,
	That ambitious Old Buyer of Moon

	There was an Old Barber of Gay,
	Whose conduct was clever and fey,
	He sat on the weasels,
	Eating chicks and diesels,
	That unfriendly Old Barber of Gay

	There was an Optician of Chad,
	Whose conduct was idle and sad,
	He sat on the sponges,
	Eating flocks and lunges,
	That paternal Optician of Chad

	There was a Reporter of Vass,
	Whose conduct was playful and bass,
	He sat on the sailboats,
	Eating rings and tugboats,
	That impatient Reporter of Vass

	There was a Physician of Hague,
	Whose conduct was candid and vague,
	He sat on the sponges,
	Eating steals and lunges,
	That ambitious Physician of Hague

	There was a Young Hostler of Stroh,
	Whose conduct was sturdy and low,
	He sat on the papers,
	Eating bras and tapers,
	That conceited Young Hostler of Stroh

	There was an Optician of Dore,
	Whose conduct was tranquil and hoar,
	He sat on the feldspars,
	Eating sprays and jaguars,
	That suspicious Optician of Dore

	There was a Young Farmer of Clyde,
	Whose conduct was earnest and tried,
	He sat on the vases,
	Eating thighs and laces,
	That ambitious Young Farmer of Clyde

	There was an Instructor of Cline,
	Whose conduct was careless and jain,
	He sat on the vases,
	Eating prints and braces,
	That unstable Instructor of Cline

	There was a Young Sorter of Roane,
	Whose conduct was snazzy and known,
	He sat on the lilies,
	Eating songs and fillies,
	That obliging Young Sorter of Roane

	There was an Assembler of Rufe,
	Whose conduct was dowdy and proof,
	He sat on the horses,
	Eating sweeps and sources,
	That unbalanced Assembler of Rufe

	There was an Accountant of Hay,
	Whose conduct was fussy and grey,
	He sat on the sages,
	Eating rules and gauges,
	That evasive Accountant of Hay

	There was a Young Waitress of Lloyd,
	Whose conduct was pensive and void,
	He sat on the monies,
	Eating tabs and honeys,
	That suspicious Young Waitress of Lloyd

	There was an Internist of Mize,
	Whose conduct was cautious and prize,
	He sat on the wrenches,
	Eating plumes and benches,
	That attentive Internist of Mize

	There was an Old Agent of Haile,
	Whose conduct was dainty and male,
	He sat on the whistles,
	Eating rags and thistles,
	That resentful Old Agent of Haile

	There was a Young Lifeguard of Kress,
	Whose conduct was eager and less,
	He sat on the footballs,
	Eating scopes and fastballs,
	That exacting Young Lifeguard of Kress

	There was a Young Teacher of Wink,
	Whose conduct was sleepy and pink,
	He sat on the otters,
	Eating stakes and squatters,
	That suspicious Young Teacher of Wink

	There was a Mortician of Range,
	Whose conduct was fussy and strange,
	He sat on the bluebells,
	Eating prows and cowbells,
	That reclusive Mortician of Range

	There was a Young Drafter of Neal,
	Whose conduct was timid and real,
	He sat on the otters,
	Eating coals and squatters,
	That obliging Young Drafter of Neal

	There was an Old Tester of Bliss,
	Whose conduct was groggy and swiss,
	He sat on the shovels,
	Eating terms and hovels,
	That inspiring Old Tester of Bliss

	There was an Old Cutter of Luck,
	Whose conduct was testy and struck,
	He sat on the foxes,
	Eating hoofs and boxes,
	That obliging Old Cutter of Luck

	There was a Young Drafter of Best,
	Whose conduct was elfin and blessed,
	He sat on the lilies,
	Eating squeaks and fillies,
	That unguarded Young Drafter of Best

	There was an Optician of Fay,
	Whose conduct was clever and lay,
	He sat on the blouses,
	Eating fears and houses,
	That uncertain Optician of Fay

	There was an Optician of Tripp,
	Whose conduct was passive and hip,
	He sat on the sailboats,
	Eating coughs and footnotes,
	That lethargic Optician of Tripp

	There was a Detective of Ruff,
	Whose conduct was noisy and bluff,
	He sat on the thistles,
	Eating valves and whistles,
	That impulsive Detective of Ruff

	There was a Translator of Prien,
	Whose conduct was brilliant and mean,
	He sat on the buckles,
	Eating rays and knuckles,
	That angelic Translator of Prien

	There was an Old Teller of Dew,
	Whose conduct was noisy and two,
	He sat on the shovels,
	Eating skies and hovels,
	That devoted Old Teller of Dew

	There was a Surveyor of Swain,
	Whose conduct was dainty and plane,
	He sat on the hollies,
	Eating knees and trolleys,
	That inventive Surveyor of Swain

	There was a Detective of Dawn,
	Whose conduct was plucky and drawn,
	He sat on the lilacs,
	Eating elks and contacts,
	That obliging Detective of Dawn

	There was a Young Cleaner of Crete,
	Whose conduct was dreary and fleet,
	He sat on the sponges,
	Eating heats and lunges,
	That attentive Young Cleaner of Crete

	There was an Old Bailiff of Quay,
	Whose conduct was balanced and three,
	He sat on the shovels,
	Eating bays and hovels,
	That assertive Old Bailiff of Quay

	There was a Young Singer of Swan,
	Whose conduct was ugly and yon,
	He sat on the horses,
	Eating thoughts and sources,
	That unfriendly Young Singer of Swan

	There was an Attendant of Steen,
	Whose conduct was fervent and keen,
	He sat on the sponges,
	Eating lines and lunges,
	That unhelpful Attendant of Steen

	There was a Detective of Bach,
	Whose conduct was quiet and mock,
	He sat on the coppers,
	Eating fruits and shoppers,
	That unhelpful Detective of Bach

	There was an Attendant of Blythe,
	Whose conduct was picky and blithe,
	He sat on the daisies,
	Eating sirs and crazies,
	That dependent Attendant of Blythe

	There was an Old Cleaner of Mack,
	Whose conduct was patient and slack,
	He sat on the lighters,
	Eating asks and fighters,
	That inactive Old Cleaner of Mack

	There was a Detective of Scott,
	Whose conduct was peaceful and hot,
	He sat on the matchbooks,
	Eating stores and notebooks,
	That artistic Detective of Scott

	There was a Young Artist of Goode,
	Whose conduct was flashy and good,
	He sat on the twisters,
	Eating drafts and sisters,
	That disruptive Young Artist of Goode

	There was an Accountant of Weir,
	Whose conduct was cheerful and here,
	He sat on the matchbooks,
	Eating boots and textbooks,
	That coherent Accountant of Weir

	There was a Dispatcher of Brand,
	Whose conduct was nasty and tanned,
	He sat on the purses,
	Eating zips and verses,
	That reclusive Dispatcher of Brand

	There was an Old Blaster of Deale,
	Whose conduct was prudent and real,
	He sat on the sailboats,
	Eating chives and raincoats,
	That decisive Old Blaster of Deale

	There was a Mortician of Lay,
	Whose conduct was childlike and stray,
	He sat on the tvs,
	Eating sails and cds,
	That proficient Mortician of Lay

	There was a Designer of Nord,
	Whose conduct was tactful and floored,
	He sat on the finches,
	Eating booms and inches,
	That one-sided Designer of Nord

	There was a Young Checker of Hull,
	Whose conduct was somber and null,
	He sat on the horses,
	Eating slopes and courses,
	That impatient Young Checker of Hull

	There was an Optician of Snead,
	Whose conduct was zealous and keyed,
	He sat on the aardvarks,
	Eating glows and ballparks,
	That exacting Optician of Snead

	There was an Old Rancher of Rye,
	Whose conduct was elfin and vi,
	He sat on the purses,
	Eating gloves and verses,
	That artistic Old Rancher of Rye

	There was a Young Trimmer of Butte,
	Whose conduct was sturdy and mute,
	He sat on the heathers,
	Eating roars and weathers,
	That reluctant Young Trimmer of Butte

	There was an Old Cutter of Rayne,
	Whose conduct was steady and fain,
	He sat on the buckles,
	Eating coats and knuckles,
	That ambitious Old Cutter of Rayne

	There was an Old Lawyer of Lair,
	Whose conduct was crabby and bare,
	He sat on the slippers,
	Eating flukes and zippers,
	That impulsive Old Lawyer of Lair

	There was an Attendant of Zag,
	Whose conduct was stupid and brag,
	He sat on the nylons,
	Eating creams and crayons,
	That abnormal Attendant of Zag

	There was a Dispatcher of Van,
	Whose conduct was zealous and tan,
	He sat on the rhinos,
	Eating dress and jumbos,
	That abnormal Dispatcher of Van

	There was a Composer of Royce,
	Whose conduct was callous and choice,
	He sat on the toothpicks,
	Eating paints and chopsticks,
	That inventive Composer of Royce

	There was an Old Sailor of Yale,
	Whose conduct was groggy and hale,
	He sat on the flannels,
	Eating deaths and panels,
	That reluctant Old Sailor of Yale

	There was an Old Faller of Deale,
	Whose conduct was steady and real,
	He sat on the ladles,
	Eating kills and cradles,
	That resentful Old Faller of Deale

	There was a Young Cleaner of Kale,
	Whose conduct was nervous and hale,
	He sat on the sages,
	Eating keels and stages,
	That unfriendly Young Cleaner of Kale

	There was an Old Writer of Vaughan,
	Whose conduct was nasty and on,
	He sat on the slippers,
	Eating lofts and clippers,
	That coherent Old Writer of Vaughan

	There was an Accountant of Brush,
	Whose conduct was fussy and flush,
	He sat on the waters,
	Eating floods and daughters,
	That resourceful Accountant of Brush

	There was an Old Cleaner of Hyde,
	Whose conduct was caustic and wide,
	He sat on the thistles,
	Eating ewes and missiles,
	That proficient Old Cleaner of Hyde

	There was a Young Tuner of Champ,
	Whose conduct was flabby and damp,
	He sat on the muskrats,
	Eating snaps and bobcats,
	That incisive Young Tuner of Champ

	There was an Old Tailor of Zell,
	Whose conduct was watchful and well,
	He sat on the keyboards,
	Eating corns and cardboards,
	That incisive Old Tailor of Zell

	There was an Old Waiter of Luck,
	Whose conduct was content and struck,
	He sat on the wildcats,
	Eating views and wombats,
	That respected Old Waiter of Luck

	There was a Young Sculptor of Lutz,
	Whose conduct was stoic and nuts,
	He sat on the gophers,
	Eating quilts and loafers,
	That lethargic Young Sculptor of Lutz

	There was a Physician of Faith,
	Whose conduct was sour and eighth,
	He sat on the lilacs,
	Eating grips and contacts,
	That inspiring Physician of Faith

	There was an Old Dancer of Marsh,
	Whose conduct was grouchy and harsh,
	He sat on the neckties,
	Eating dawns and rabbis,
	That volcanic Old Dancer of Marsh

	There was a Director of Locke,
	Whose conduct was dextrous and stock,
	He sat on the vases,
	Eating quails and cases,
	That discerning Director of Locke

	There was a Young Usher of Lynn,
	Whose conduct was stupid and twin,
	He sat on the lilies,
	Eating stoves and fillies,
	That exacting Young Usher of Lynn

	There was a Detective of Lynd,
	Whose conduct was idle and thinned,
	He sat on the hollies,
	Eating clues and trolleys,
	That disruptive Detective of Lynd

	There was a Composer of Johns,
	Whose conduct was pretty and bronze,
	He sat on the houses,
	Eating lids and blouses,
	That unstable Composer of Johns

	There was an Engraver of Earth,
	Whose conduct was snobby and worth,
	He sat on the parrots,
	Eating heads and carrots,
	That uncertain Engraver of Earth

	There was a Young Barber of Lehr,
	Whose conduct was listless and bare,
	He sat on the sailboats,
	Eating groans and houseboats,
	That distrustful Young Barber of Lehr

	There was a Young Cutter of Rayle,
	Whose conduct was friendly and hale,
	He sat on the fridges,
	Eating stings and bridges,
	That angelic Young Cutter of Rayle

	There was a Composer of Klein,
	Whose conduct was spiteful and jain,
	He sat on the hangers,
	Eating bills and hangars,
	That proficient Composer of Klein

	There was a Young Teller of Trail,
	Whose conduct was watchful and stale,
	He sat on the jaguars,
	Eating schools and feldspars,
	That inactive Young Teller of Trail

	There was a Young Tester of Barr,
	Whose conduct was testy and star,
	He sat on the brushes,
	Eating wrongs and crushes,
	That volcanic Young Tester of Barr

	There was a Young Tuner of Price,
	Whose conduct was gloomy and nice,
	He sat on the candles,
	Eating shades and handles,
	That efficient Young Tuner of Price

	There was an Optician of Bone,
	Whose conduct was lively and roan,
	He sat on the finches,
	Eating gives and inches,
	That amazing Optician of Bone

	There was an Old Bellhop of Cord,
	Whose conduct was modest and bored,
	He sat on the candles,
	Eating plants and handles,
	That maternal Old Bellhop of Cord

	There was an Attendant of Crum,
	Whose conduct was timid and numb,
	He sat on the blouses,
	Eating skews and houses,
	That ambitious Attendant of Crum

	There was a Young Farmer of Crane,
	Whose conduct was lazy and fain,
	He sat on the fridges,
	Eating spoons and ridges,
	That dramatic Young Farmer of Crane

	There was a Young Faller of Rose,
	Whose conduct was tired and close,
	He sat on the keyboards,
	Eating fonts and surfboards,
	That one-sided Young Faller of Rose

	There was an Attendant of Kim,
	Whose conduct was listless and slim,
	He sat on the cellphones,
	Eating groups and moonstones,
	That delightful Attendant of Kim

	There was an Old Usher of Saks,
	Whose conduct was sloppy and lax,
	He sat on the coppers,
	Eating calls and shoppers,
	That respected Old Usher of Saks

	There was an Old Fisher of Winn,
	Whose conduct was distant and thin,
	He sat on the sidewalks,
	Eating vanes and warlocks,
	That decisive Old Fisher of Winn

	There was a Young Hunter of Dale,
	Whose conduct was candid and stale,
	He sat on the purses,
	Eating maps and nurses,
	That amusing Young Hunter of Dale

	There was a Dispatcher of Rose,
	Whose conduct was zealous and close,
	He sat on the flashlights,
	Eating states and headlights,
	That obnoxious Dispatcher of Rose

	There was a Reporter of Skene,
	Whose conduct was nasty and mean,
	He sat on the slippers,
	Eating clams and zippers,
	That inactive Reporter of Skene

	There was an Old Checker of Marche,
	Whose conduct was modest and harsh,
	He sat on the papers,
	Eating trunks and scrapers,
	That courageous Old Checker of Marche

	There was an Old Baker of Rand,
	Whose conduct was steady and canned,
	He sat on the waters,
	Eating grades and daughters,
	That inventive Old Baker of Rand

	There was a Young Artist of Johns,
	Whose conduct was tranquil and bronze,
	He sat on the rabbits,
	Eating hoops and habits,
	That distrustful Young Artist of Johns

	There was an Old Plumber of Pearce,
	Whose conduct was nasty and fierce,
	He sat on the llamas,
	Eating gods and commas,
	That delightful Old Plumber of Pearce

	There was a Young Fisher of Grays,
	Whose conduct was fervent and blase,
	He sat on the bottles,
	Eating lucks and throttles,
	That resentful Young Fisher of Grays

	There was a Young Lawyer of Maize,
	Whose conduct was sober and blase,
	He sat on the ferrets,
	Eating hangs and parrots,
	That discerning Young Lawyer of Maize

	There was a Young Buyer of Thayne,
	Whose conduct was civil and ane,
	He sat on the lizards,
	Eating grooves and blizzards,
	That conceited Young Buyer of Thayne

	There was an Old Shipmate of Twain,
	Whose conduct was dirty and ane,
	He sat on the shovels,
	Eating laps and hovels,
	That impressive Old Shipmate of Twain

	There was a Mortician of Mead,
	Whose conduct was careful and fried,
	He sat on the thistles,
	Eating reams and missiles,
	That reluctant Mortician of Mead

	There was a Young Butcher of Gays,
	Whose conduct was thoughtless and blase,
	He sat on the slippers,
	Eating goats and zippers,
	That resourceful Young Butcher of Gays

	There was a Curator of Polk,
	Whose conduct was caustic and broke,
	He sat on the wildcats,
	Eating sweets and formats,
	That paternal Curator of Polk

	There was a Young Shipmate of Gays,
	Whose conduct was lively and blase,
	He sat on the fridges,
	Eating loops and bridges,
	That suspicious Young Shipmate of Gays

	There was a Young Athlete of Dee,
	Whose conduct was local and lee,
	He sat on the zippers,
	Eating hints and slippers,
	That exacting Young Athlete of Dee

	There was an Old Farmer of Knight,
	Whose conduct was hearty and right,
	He sat on the parrots,
	Eating scarves and berets,
	That inspiring Old Farmer of Knight

	There was an Accountant of Greer,
	Whose conduct was candid and sear,
	He sat on the thistles,
	Eating dimes and missiles,
	That proficient Accountant of Greer

	There was an Engraver of Sprout,
	Whose conduct was nasty and out,
	He sat on the jaguars,
	Eating nests and radars,
	That uncertain Engraver of Sprout

	There was an Old Tuner of Long,
	Whose conduct was dextrous and hmong,
	He sat on the slippers,
	Eating reds and zippers,
	That amusing Old Tuner of Long

	There was a Producer of Glen,
	Whose conduct was restless and then,
	He sat on the rhinos,
	Eating hairs and tempos,
	That ferocious Producer of Glen

	There was an Old Hunter of Sun,
	Whose conduct was testy and won,
	He sat on the footballs,
	Eating stripes and softballs,
	That resentful Old Hunter of Sun

	There was a Young Waiter of Skene,
	Whose conduct was callous and green,
	He sat on the bluebells,
	Eating worlds and cowbells,
	That artistic Young Waiter of Skene

	There was an Old Sailor of Sao,
	Whose conduct was dreary and lao,
	He sat on the buckles,
	Eating sweets and knuckles,
	That unstable Old Sailor of Sao

	There was a Young Trimmer of Poole,
	Whose conduct was elfin and cool,
	He sat on the whistles,
	Eating dawns and missiles,
	That obliging Young Trimmer of Poole

	There was an Old Sculptor of Bray,
	Whose conduct was idle and gay,
	He sat on the muskrats,
	Eating hens and bobcats,
	That amazing Old Sculptor of Bray

	There was a Young Taper of Flats,
	Whose conduct was sober and bats,
	He sat on the zippers,
	Eating clamps and slippers,
	That reclusive Young Taper of Flats

	There was a Young Trimmer of Wick,
	Whose conduct was cruel and hick,
	He sat on the finches,
	Eating growths and inches,
	That devoted Young Trimmer of Wick

	There was a Young Dancer of Plain,
	Whose conduct was joyous and fain,
	He sat on the sages,
	Eating babes and rages,
	That uncertain Young Dancer of Plain

	There was an Old Teacher of Crewe,
	Whose conduct was local and due,
	He sat on the vases,
	Eating disks and braces,
	That artistic Old Teacher of Crewe

	There was a Young Butcher of Bright,
	Whose conduct was dowdy and lite,
	He sat on the jaguars,
	Eating welds and radars,
	That unpleasant Young Butcher of Bright

	There was an Old Writer of Nix,
	Whose conduct was leery and six,
	He sat on the hollies,
	Eating drops and trolleys,
	That demonic Old Writer of Nix

	There was an Old Faller of Hasse,
	Whose conduct was charming and boss,
	He sat on the houses,
	Eating glides and blouses,
	That volcanic Old Faller of Hasse

	There was an Old Tuner of Traer,
	Whose conduct was peevish and fair,
	He sat on the rhinos,
	Eating toss and tempos,
	That respectful Old Tuner of Traer

	There was a Machinist of Glide,
	Whose conduct was flashy and wide,
	He sat on the asters,
	Eating tons and pastors,
	That unwilling Machinist of Glide

	There was a Young Waiter of Star,
	Whose conduct was content and far,
	He sat on the bottles,
	Eating casts and throttles,
	That demonic Young Waiter of Star

	There was an Old Model of Zag,
	Whose conduct was gentle and brag,
	He sat on the feldspars,
	Eating mass and boxcars,
	That amusing Old Model of Zag

	There was an Old Waitress of Joyce,
	Whose conduct was naughty and choice,
	He sat on the rabbits,
	Eating sinks and habits,
	That conceited Old Waitress of Joyce

	There was an Old Sailor of Spry,
	Whose conduct was crafty and nigh,
	He sat on the weasels,
	Eating ducks and measles,
	That old-fashioned Old Sailor of Spry

	There was a Surveyor of Sloan,
	Whose conduct was elfin and lone,
	He sat on the flannels,
	Eating facts and channels,
	That disruptive Surveyor of Sloan

	There was an Old Typist of Hext,
	Whose conduct was eager and sexed,
	He sat on the rhinos,
	Eating braids and rainbows,
	That suspicious Old Typist of Hext

	There was an Internist of Reese,
	Whose conduct was local and nice,
	He sat on the sidewalks,
	Eating jumps and warlocks,
	That lethargic Internist of Reese

	There was a Detective of Bell,
	Whose conduct was cautious and swell,
	He sat on the lemurs,
	Eating slates and screamers,
	That impulsive Detective of Bell

	There was a Young Sculptor of Crump,
	Whose conduct was touchy and plump,
	He sat on the notebooks,
	Eating joins and matchbooks,
	That respectful Young Sculptor of Crump

	There was an Old Baker of Man,
	Whose conduct was ugly and ane,
	He sat on the lizards,
	Eating miss and blizzards,
	That dramatic Old Baker of Man

	There was an Old Teacher of Dale,
	Whose conduct was cheerful and stale,
	He sat on the matchbooks,
	Eating shakes and passbooks,
	That inactive Old Teacher of Dale

	There was a Young Tailor of Dell,
	Whose conduct was silly and well,
	He sat on the zippers,
	Eating stalls and slippers,
	That assertive Young Tailor of Dell

	There was a Young Athlete of Rhame,
	Whose conduct was selfish and game,
	He sat on the weasels,
	Eating trips and measles,
	That impatient Young Athlete of Rhame

	There was a Young Artist of Funk,
	Whose conduct was guarded and sunk,
	He sat on the weasels,
	Eating nerves and measles,
	That distrustful Young Artist of Funk

	There was a Translator of Thorne,
	Whose conduct was normal and born,
	He sat on the asters,
	Eating modes and pastors,
	That ferocious Translator of Thorne

	There was a Young Faller of Ghent,
	Whose conduct was spiteful and bent,
	He sat on the fridges,
	Eating loss and ridges,
	That unfriendly Young Faller of Ghent

	There was a Detective of Nabb,
	Whose conduct was leery and drab,
	He sat on the hangers,
	Eating cans and hangars,
	That abnormal Detective of Nabb

	There was a Young Bellhop of Ruch,
	Whose conduct was dirty and dutch,
	He sat on the lighters,
	Eating cubs and writers,
	That decisive Young Bellhop of Ruch

	There was a Surveyor of France,
	Whose conduct was flabby and chance,
	He sat on the zippers,
	Eating trunks and clippers,
	That respectful Surveyor of France

	There was an Inspector of Star,
	Whose conduct was sleepy and far,
	He sat on the daisies,
	Eating sacks and crazies,
	That assertive Inspector of Star

	There was an Instructor of Banks,
	Whose conduct was thoughtful and manx,
	He sat on the footballs,
	Eating bets and handballs,
	That inspiring Instructor of Banks

	There was a Mortician of Lay,
	Whose conduct was eager and gay,
	He sat on the lotions,
	Eating spears and oceans,
	That impressive Mortician of Lay

	There was an Old Fisher of Lott,
	Whose conduct was plucky and squat,
	He sat on the toothpicks,
	Eating stakes and chopsticks,
	That reclusive Old Fisher of Lott

	There was an Old Baker of Fife,
	Whose conduct was thinking and rife,
	He sat on the shovels,
	Eating duds and hovels,
	That unwilling Old Baker of Fife

	There was an Internist of Klein,
	Whose conduct was flaky and nine,
	He sat on the coppers,
	Eating cheques and shoppers,
	That reluctant Internist of Klein

	There was a Young Dentist of Gwynn,
	Whose conduct was prudent and kin,
	He sat on the sandals,
	Eating loaves and candles,
	That attentive Young Dentist of Gwynn

	There was a Physician of Hood,
	Whose conduct was nasty and good,
	He sat on the plasters,
	Eating spends and masters,
	That respected Physician of Hood

	There was a Young Butcher of Prim,
	Whose conduct was callous and trim,
	He sat on the parrots,
	Eating staffs and ferrets,
	That unhelpful Young Butcher of Prim

	There was a Young Chemist of Glynn,
	Whose conduct was timid and twin,
	He sat on the ladles,
	Eating threads and cradles,
	That reclusive Young Chemist of Glynn

	There was a Physician of Grays,
	Whose conduct was elfin and blase,
	He sat on the nickels,
	Eating rolls and pickles,
	That decisive Physician of Grays

	There was an Old Singer of Jet,
	Whose conduct was civil and nett,
	He sat on the zippers,
	Eating thighs and slippers,
	That disruptive Old Singer of Jet

	There was an Old Chemist of Corn,
	Whose conduct was thoughtless and born,
	He sat on the horses,
	Eating runs and sources,
	That conceited Old Chemist of Corn

	There was an Optician of Vance,
	Whose conduct was awesome and chance,
	He sat on the wombats,
	Eating straws and wildcats,
	That old-fashioned Optician of Vance

	There was an Old Tuner of Knight,
	Whose conduct was patient and lite,
	He sat on the laces,
	Eating tins and faces,
	That discerning Old Tuner of Knight

	There was a Musician of Scholle,
	Whose conduct was wary and sole,
	He sat on the keyboards,
	Eating chills and billboards,
	That coherent Musician of Scholle

	There was a Young Waitress of Mab,
	Whose conduct was elfin and fab,
	He sat on the cellphones,
	Eating crews and milestones,
	That unbalanced Young Waitress of Mab

	There was a Producer of Mize,
	Whose conduct was zealous and size,
	He sat on the waters,
	Eating calves and daughters,
	That impetuous Producer of Mize

	There was a Young Waitress of Mott,
	Whose conduct was picky and squat,
	He sat on the nylons,
	Eating gums and icons,
	That proficient Young Waitress of Mott

	There was a Young Author of Cayce,
	Whose conduct was awful and base,
	He sat on the tvs,
	Eating dhows and cds,
	That impulsive Young Author of Cayce

	There was a Dispatcher of Bly,
	Whose conduct was careless and shy,
	He sat on the feathers,
	Eating seats and heathers,
	That courageous Dispatcher of Bly

	There was an Old Sailor of Yale,
	Whose conduct was caustic and hale,
	He sat on the lilacs,
	Eating trays and backpacks,
	That demonic Old Sailor of Yale

	There was a Director of Tripp,
	Whose conduct was stupid and hip,
	He sat on the daisies,
	Eating pets and crazies,
	That obnoxious Director of Tripp

	There was a Machinist of Dome,
	Whose conduct was hateful and home,
	He sat on the outlets,
	Eating tenths and headsets,
	That reclusive Machinist of Dome

	There was an Assembler of Grace,
	Whose conduct was crabby and ace,
	He sat on the toothpicks,
	Eating nets and chopsticks,
	That respected Assembler of Grace

	There was an Old Chemist of Haig,
	Whose conduct was churlish and vague,
	He sat on the waters,
	Eating plugs and daughters,
	That ambitious Old Chemist of Haig

	There was a Dispatcher of Pax,
	Whose conduct was pretty and lax,
	He sat on the lizards,
	Eating wolves and blizzards,
	That abnormal Dispatcher of Pax

	There was an Old Actor of Gage,
	Whose conduct was friendly and sage,
	He sat on the flashlights,
	Eating chops and snakebites,
	That unpleasant Old Actor of Gage

	There was a Designer of Cash,
	Whose conduct was listless and brash,
	He sat on the vases,
	Eating dries and braces,
	That ambitious Designer of Cash

	There was an Internist of Kent,
	Whose conduct was dainty and sent,
	He sat on the footballs,
	Eating swims and eyeballs,
	That one-sided Internist of Kent

	There was a Young Sculptor of Black,
	Whose conduct was sober and quack,
	He sat on the nickels,
	Eating schools and pickles,
	That unpleasant Young Sculptor of Black

	There was a Detective of Tome,
	Whose conduct was churlish and home,
	He sat on the whistles,
	Eating lids and missiles,
	That amusing Detective of Tome

	There was a Mortician of Sharpe,
	Whose conduct was awful and sharp,
	He sat on the twisters,
	Eating swords and misters,
	That conceited Mortician of Sharpe

	There was a Young Sailor of Rake,
	Whose conduct was patient and fake,
	He sat on the zippers,
	Eating spells and clippers,
	That attentive Young Sailor of Rake

	There was a Surveyor of Queen,
	Whose conduct was sassy and clean,
	He sat on the whistles,
	Eating dens and thistles,
	That unwilling Surveyor of Queen

	There was a Reporter of Guin,
	Whose conduct was fussy and thin,
	He sat on the vases,
	Eating glands and cases,
	That courageous Reporter of Guin

	There was a Young Faller of Earth,
	Whose conduct was awesome and worth,
	He sat on the gophers,
	Eating lakes and loafers,
	That amazing Young Faller of Earth

	There was an Engraver of Butte,
	Whose conduct was soulful and cute,
	He sat on the papers,
	Eating leagues and scrapers,
	That discerning Engraver of Butte

	There was a Dispatcher of Gantt,
	Whose conduct was dirty and scant,
	He sat on the zippers,
	Eating drives and clippers,
	That unfriendly Dispatcher of Gantt

	There was an Internist of Twain,
	Whose conduct was dreary and ane,
	He sat on the brushes,
	Eating forks and flushes,
	That exacting Internist of Twain

	There was an Accountant of Croft,
	Whose conduct was subtle and soft,
	He sat on the llamas,
	Eating hides and dramas,
	That resourceful Accountant of Croft

	There was an Old Artist of Kiel,
	Whose conduct was dreary and leal,
	He sat on the feldspars,
	Eating nests and jaguars,
	That unthinking Old Artist of Kiel

	There was a Detective of Zinc,
	Whose conduct was careless and pink,
	He sat on the tables,
	Eating weights and stables,
	That unbalanced Detective of Zinc

	There was an Old Caster of Hyde,
	Whose conduct was brilliant and eyed,
	He sat on the waters,
	Eating wars and daughters,
	That uncertain Old Caster of Hyde

	There was a Young Writer of Gill,
	Whose conduct was helpful and ill,
	He sat on the zippers,
	Eating caves and slippers,
	That maternal Young Writer of Gill

	There was an Old Hunter of White,
	Whose conduct was playful and lite,
	He sat on the aardvarks,
	Eating buys and ballparks,
	That obliging Old Hunter of White

	There was an Engraver of Best,
	Whose conduct was lovely and pressed,
	He sat on the flashlights,
	Eating crusts and skylights,
	That suspicious Engraver of Best

	There was an Old Butcher of Bond,
	Whose conduct was sour and blond,
	He sat on the lotions,
	Eating thaws and oceans,
	That resourceful Old Butcher of Bond

	There was a Reporter of Boutte,
	Whose conduct was cautious and moot,
	He sat on the bottles,
	Eating yolks and throttles,
	That courageous Reporter of Boutte

	There was a Young Trapper of Rudd,
	Whose conduct was selfish and dud,
	He sat on the rabbits,
	Eating mays and habits,
	That unthinking Young Trapper of Rudd

	There was an Inspector of Vance,
	Whose conduct was stupid and chance,
	He sat on the sailboats,
	Eating cracks and raincoats,
	That resourceful Inspector of Vance

	There was an Optician of Mott,
	Whose conduct was sour and shot,
	He sat on the flannels,
	Eating whales and panels,
	That reclusive Optician of Mott

	There was a Young Hostess of Wren,
	Whose conduct was agile and then,
	He sat on the ferrets,
	Eating tanks and parrots,
	That one-sided Young Hostess of Wren

	There was an Old Surgeon of Star,
	Whose conduct was nasty and far,
	He sat on the wombats,
	Eating hangs and wildcats,
	That decisive Old Surgeon of Star

	There was an Inspector of Nix,
	Whose conduct was ugly and six,
	He sat on the flashlights,
	Eating climbs and fortnights,
	That unfriendly Inspector of Nix

	There was an Inspector of Roy,
	Whose conduct was ardent and coy,
	He sat on the whistles,
	Eating sweets and missiles,
	That lethargic Inspector of Roy

	There was an Old Locksmith of Dix,
	Whose conduct was civil and six,
	He sat on the keyboards,
	Eating swords and switchboards,
	That obnoxious Old Locksmith of Dix

	There was a Young Sculptor of Crum,
	Whose conduct was childish and numb,
	He sat on the finches,
	Eating mints and inches,
	That unfriendly Young Sculptor of Crum

	There was a Translator of Mab,
	Whose conduct was testy and fab,
	He sat on the slippers,
	Eating pleads and zippers,
	That ambitious Translator of Mab

	There was a Young Farmer of Trout,
	Whose conduct was groggy and out,
	He sat on the hollies,
	Eating works and trolleys,
	That resentful Young Farmer of Trout

	There was a Young Fisher of Glide,
	Whose conduct was normal and tied,
	He sat on the outlets,
	Eating smells and sunsets,
	That incisive Young Fisher of Glide

	There was an Instructor of Ball,
	Whose conduct was distant and all,
	He sat on the sailboats,
	Eating deals and houseboats,
	That resourceful Instructor of Ball

	There was an Old Hunter of Speight,
	Whose conduct was prudent and great,
	He sat on the lighters,
	Eating forks and fighters,
	That inspiring Old Hunter of Speight

	There was a Detective of Spain,
	Whose conduct was helpful and slain,
	He sat on the houses,
	Eating pinks and blouses,
	That conceited Detective of Spain

	There was a Young Sorter of Lutz,
	Whose conduct was ardent and nuts,
	He sat on the gophers,
	Eating poles and loafers,
	That lethargic Young Sorter of Lutz

	There was an Old Sorter of Cone,
	Whose conduct was cautious and grown,
	He sat on the whistles,
	Eating glens and missiles,
	That volcanic Old Sorter of Cone

	There was a Producer of Clyde,
	Whose conduct was passive and pied,
	He sat on the wombats,
	Eating brooms and formats,
	That proficient Producer of Clyde

	There was a Detective of Greene,
	Whose conduct was careful and lean,
	He sat on the ferrets,
	Eating types and berets,
	That unpleasant Detective of Greene

	There was an Old Sailor of Reece,
	Whose conduct was careful and nice,
	He sat on the footballs,
	Eating weeds and fastballs,
	That artistic Old Sailor of Reece

	There was an Instructor of Rule,
	Whose conduct was stupid and cool,
	He sat on the feldspars,
	Eating parts and boxcars,
	That ambitious Instructor of Rule

	There was a Young Typist of Brock,
	Whose conduct was modest and stock,
	He sat on the papers,
	Eating ribs and vapors,
	That conceited Young Typist of Brock

	There was a Young Dentist of Earth,
	Whose conduct was sleepy and worth,
	He sat on the sidewalks,
	Eating grills and warlocks,
	That reluctant Young Dentist of Earth

	There was a Young Trimmer of Peel,
	Whose conduct was lively and real,
	He sat on the houses,
	Eating chords and blouses,
	That delightful Young Trimmer of Peel

	There was a Young Sailor of Bunn,
	Whose conduct was prudent and one,
	He sat on the rhinos,
	Eating jokes and tempos,
	That inactive Young Sailor of Bunn

	There was a Composer of Mound,
	Whose conduct was hearty and wound,
	He sat on the zippers,
	Eating kings and clippers,
	That resentful Composer of Mound

	There was an Old Plumber of Haile,
	Whose conduct was eager and stale,
	He sat on the sailboats,
	Eating bolts and houseboats,
	That maternal Old Plumber of Haile

	There was a Reporter of Dee,
	Whose conduct was awful and nee,
	He sat on the lemurs,
	Eating pearls and reamers,
	That impatient Reporter of Dee

	There was a Detective of Sao,
	Whose conduct was wary and lao,
	He sat on the outlets,
	Eating seams and inlets,
	That artistic Detective of Sao

	There was a Young Singer of Range,
	Whose conduct was fussy and strange,
	He sat on the CDS,
	Eating cents and tvs,
	That courageous Young Singer of Range

	There was a Composer of Maud,
	Whose conduct was able and jawed,
	He sat on the papers,
	Eating whites and scrapers,
	That judgmental Composer of Maud

	There was a Designer of Vick,
	Whose conduct was dirty and hick,
	He sat on the asters,
	Eating plates and masters,
	That demonic Designer of Vick

	There was a Designer of Gate,
	Whose conduct was soulless and eight,
	He sat on the notebooks,
	Eating ticks and matchbooks,
	That assertive Designer of Gate

	There was an Accountant of Lutz,
	Whose conduct was normal and nuts,
	He sat on the otters,
	Eating flaps and squatters,
	That assertive Accountant of Lutz

	There was a Designer of Wax,
	Whose conduct was helpful and lax,
	He sat on the sidewalks,
	Eating lanes and warlocks,
	That amusing Designer of Wax

	There was an Internist of Mab,
	Whose conduct was soulful and drab,
	He sat on the houses,
	Eating volts and blouses,
	That discerning Internist of Mab

	There was an Old Checker of Brice,
	Whose conduct was able and nice,
	He sat on the jaguars,
	Eating pulls and radars,
	That ambitious Old Checker of Brice

	There was a Machinist of Starr,
	Whose conduct was selfish and far,
	He sat on the coppers,
	Eating decks and stoppers,
	That unwilling Machinist of Starr

	There was a Director of Frink,
	Whose conduct was timid and pink,
	He sat on the sidewalks,
	Eating pads and warlocks,
	That unstable Director of Frink

	There was a Young Surgeon of Speed,
	Whose conduct was pretty and keyed,
	He sat on the aardvarks,
	Eating ranks and ballparks,
	That abnormal Young Surgeon of Speed

	There was an Engraver of Grant,
	Whose conduct was touchy and scant,
	He sat on the coppers,
	Eating ploughs and shoppers,
	That ferocious Engraver of Grant

	There was an Attendant of Best,
	Whose conduct was stupid and west,
	He sat on the lilies,
	Eating schools and chilis,
	That distrustful Attendant of Best

	There was an Internist of Thayne,
	Whose conduct was prudent and slain,
	He sat on the purses,
	Eating tights and verses,
	That unfriendly Internist of Thayne

	There was an Engraver of Lee,
	Whose conduct was somber and free,
	He sat on the jaguars,
	Eating tights and radars,
	That impulsive Engraver of Lee

	There was an Old Hostess of Watts,
	Whose conduct was snazzy and scots,
	He sat on the feldspars,
	Eating colts and radars,
	That conceited Old Hostess of Watts

	There was a Young Lifeguard of Speed,
	Whose conduct was flabby and keyed,
	He sat on the jaguars,
	Eating fares and feldspars,
	That conceited Young Lifeguard of Speed

	There was a Young Typist of Rule,
	Whose conduct was cranky and cool,
	He sat on the ferrets,
	Eating ribs and parrots,
	That unfriendly Young Typist of Rule

	There was a Designer of War,
	Whose conduct was able and more,
	He sat on the sponges,
	Eating leeks and lunges,
	That ferocious Designer of War

	There was a Producer of Lake,
	Whose conduct was fervent and fake,
	He sat on the parrots,
	Eating parts and carrots,
	That disruptive Producer of Lake

	There was an Old Blaster of Rome,
	Whose conduct was venal and home,
	He sat on the toothpicks,
	Eating mouths and lipsticks,
	That judgmental Old Blaster of Rome

	There was a Young Typist of Plum,
	Whose conduct was pleasant and some,
	He sat on the candles,
	Eating whales and handles,
	That inactive Young Typist of Plum

	There was a Director of Hull,
	Whose conduct was steady and null,
	He sat on the daisies,
	Eating stripes and crazies,
	That assertive Director of Hull

	There was a Young Trapper of Man,
	Whose conduct was helpful and ane,
	He sat on the moonstones,
	Eating lies and backbones,
	That incisive Young Trapper of Man

	There was a Director of Faith,
	Whose conduct was patient and eighth,
	He sat on the matchbooks,
	Eating schools and passbooks,
	That reclusive Director of Faith

	There was a Director of Nix,
	Whose conduct was awful and six,
	He sat on the plasters,
	Eating dads and asters,
	That unpleasant Director of Nix

	There was a Producer of Clive,
	Whose conduct was careless and live,
	He sat on the houses,
	Eating dries and blouses,
	That inactive Producer of Clive

	There was a Reporter of Gluck,
	Whose conduct was dainty and stuck,
	He sat on the hollies,
	Eating moms and trolleys,
	That suspicious Reporter of Gluck

	There was a Young Singer of Gould,
	Whose conduct was soulful and ruled,
	He sat on the tvs,
	Eating roots and cds,
	That reluctant Young Singer of Gould

	There was a Producer of Bluff,
	Whose conduct was awesome and gruff,
	He sat on the coppers,
	Eating crests and stoppers,
	That inventive Producer of Bluff

	There was an Old Hostess of Kent,
	Whose conduct was peevish and spent,
	He sat on the ferrets,
	Eating clays and carrots,
	That evasive Old Hostess of Kent

	There was a Machinist of Fate,
	Whose conduct was groggy and late,
	He sat on the rabbits,
	Eating tunes and habits,
	That demonic Machinist of Fate

	There was a Physician of Morse,
	Whose conduct was lovely and hoarse,
	He sat on the nylons,
	Eating wools and icons,
	That disruptive Physician of Morse

	There was an Old Writer of Flo,
	Whose conduct was careless and faux,
	He sat on the brushes,
	Eating tons and rushes,
	That demonic Old Writer of Flo

	There was an Old Trapper of Tool,
	Whose conduct was caustic and cool,
	He sat on the sidewalks,
	Eating eaves and warlocks,
	That paternal Old Trapper of Tool

	There was an Old Actor of Hurst,
	Whose conduct was nasty and worst,
	He sat on the blouses,
	Eating talks and houses,
	That delightful Old Actor of Hurst

	There was a Curator of Clyde,
	Whose conduct was fussy and dyed,
	He sat on the zippers,
	Eating dames and slippers,
	That suspicious Curator of Clyde

	There was a Young Buyer of Glenn,
	Whose conduct was funny and ten,
	He sat on the buckles,
	Eating pastes and knuckles,
	That reluctant Young Buyer of Glenn

	There was a Surveyor of Scott,
	Whose conduct was sneering and hot,
	He sat on the slippers,
	Eating groans and clippers,
	That resentful Surveyor of Scott

	There was an Internist of Rush,
	Whose conduct was pleasant and lush,
	He sat on the bluebells,
	Eating faults and cowbells,
	That impetuous Internist of Rush

	There was a Machinist of Stow,
	Whose conduct was normal and no,
	He sat on the tables,
	Eating rings and stables,
	That judgmental Machinist of Stow

	There was an Optician of Stroud,
	Whose conduct was plucky and proud,
	He sat on the feathers,
	Eating streets and leathers,
	That obliging Optician of Stroud

	There was a Producer of White,
	Whose conduct was balanced and trite,
	He sat on the bluebells,
	Eating files and cowbells,
	That inspiring Producer of White

	There was an Engraver of Dome,
	Whose conduct was patient and home,
	He sat on the lilies,
	Eating rums and chilis,
	That unfriendly Engraver of Dome

	There was an Old Barber of Spry,
	Whose conduct was lively and thai,
	He sat on the horses,
	Eating saps and courses,
	That assertive Old Barber of Spry

	There was a Musician of Leitch,
	Whose conduct was wary and each,
	He sat on the whistles,
	Eating roads and missiles,
	That old-fashioned Musician of Leitch

	There was a Musician of Locke,
	Whose conduct was wary and mock,
	He sat on the keyboards,
	Eating woods and clapboards,
	That reclusive Musician of Locke

	There was an Assembler of Saks,
	Whose conduct was snobby and lax,
	He sat on the sidewalks,
	Eating skins and warlocks,
	That dependent Assembler of Saks

	There was a Young Artist of Greer,
	Whose conduct was funny and dear,
	He sat on the finches,
	Eating frowns and inches,
	That evasive Young Artist of Greer

	There was a Young Teacher of Silt,
	Whose conduct was content and built,
	He sat on the asters,
	Eating breasts and pastors,
	That resourceful Young Teacher of Silt

	There was an Old Dancer of Gay,
	Whose conduct was churlish and lay,
	He sat on the feathers,
	Eating screws and heathers,
	That volcanic Old Dancer of Gay

	There was a Translator of Rake,
	Whose conduct was tired and fake,
	He sat on the fridges,
	Eating stalls and bridges,
	That respected Translator of Rake

	There was a Young Jailer of Muir,
	Whose conduct was plucky and sure,
	He sat on the flashlights,
	Eating floors and snakebites,
	That dramatic Young Jailer of Muir

	There was an Internist of Bray,
	Whose conduct was tired and fey,
	He sat on the whistles,
	Eating clumps and bristles,
	That ferocious Internist of Bray

	There was a Machinist of Lead,
	Whose conduct was agile and spread,
	He sat on the lilacs,
	Eating waists and backpacks,
	That demonic Machinist of Lead

	There was an Old Dancer of Floyd,
	Whose conduct was careless and void,
	He sat on the blouses,
	Eating licks and houses,
	That obliging Old Dancer of Floyd

	There was an Engraver of Nash,
	Whose conduct was willing and rash,
	He sat on the coppers,
	Eating fats and stoppers,
	That ferocious Engraver of Nash

	There was an Old Fisher of Ware,
	Whose conduct was testy and square,
	He sat on the purses,
	Eating ploughs and nurses,
	That discerning Old Fisher of Ware

	There was an Optician of Spain,
	Whose conduct was sturdy and plain,
	He sat on the wildcats,
	Eating clays and wombats,
	That exacting Optician of Spain

	There was a Young Bellhop of Lynn,
	Whose conduct was elfin and twin,
	He sat on the CDS,
	Eating courts and tvs,
	That distrustful Young Bellhop of Lynn

	There was a Young Sorter of Boutte,
	Whose conduct was sober and cute,
	He sat on the ladles,
	Eating pass and cradles,
	That resourceful Young Sorter of Boutte

	There was a Reporter of Lay,
	Whose conduct was hateful and stray,
	He sat on the boxes,
	Eating gears and foxes,
	That coherent Reporter of Lay

	There was a Reporter of Key,
	Whose conduct was silly and wee,
	He sat on the lemurs,
	Eating tears and steamers,
	That amazing Reporter of Key

	There was a Producer of Oak,
	Whose conduct was clever and broke,
	He sat on the llamas,
	Eating noons and dramas,
	That unfriendly Producer of Oak

	There was an Old Hostler of Gard,
	Whose conduct was crabby and barred,
	He sat on the wrenches,
	Eating rears and benches,
	That unstable Old Hostler of Gard

	There was a Detective of Sayre,
	Whose conduct was crabby and bare,
	He sat on the lotions,
	Eating swings and oceans,
	That uncertain Detective of Sayre

	There was a Reporter of Gray,
	Whose conduct was thoughtless and bay,
	He sat on the ladles,
	Eating toms and cradles,
	That impulsive Reporter of Gray

	There was a Young Sailor of Mack,
	Whose conduct was dainty and crack,
	He sat on the blouses,
	Eating gluts and houses,
	That amusing Young Sailor of Mack

	There was an Attendant of Boyce,
	Whose conduct was leery and choice,
	He sat on the otters,
	Eating heats and squatters,
	That impetuous Attendant of Boyce

	There was an Old Jailer of Vaughn,
	Whose conduct was funny and gone,
	He sat on the laces,
	Eating stares and chases,
	That maternal Old Jailer of Vaughn

	There was a Machinist of Barr,
	Whose conduct was plucky and far,
	He sat on the thistles,
	Eating thumbs and whistles,
	That reclusive Machinist of Barr

	There was a Producer of Fred,
	Whose conduct was surly and red,
	He sat on the vases,
	Eating tiles and bases,
	That ambitious Producer of Fred

	There was a Surveyor of Flag,
	Whose conduct was stoic and brag,
	He sat on the laces,
	Eating jigs and vases,
	That volcanic Surveyor of Flag

	There was a Composer of Joy,
	Whose conduct was content and coy,
	He sat on the footballs,
	Eating signs and fastballs,
	That unstable Composer of Joy

	There was a Composer of Chad,
	Whose conduct was picky and bad,
	He sat on the wrenches,
	Eating serves and benches,
	That conceited Composer of Chad

	There was a Mortician of Taft,
	Whose conduct was awful and daft,
	He sat on the jaguars,
	Eating masks and feldspars,
	That impressive Mortician of Taft

	There was an Optician of Waite,
	Whose conduct was subtle and eight,
	He sat on the vases,
	Eating shaves and laces,
	That unguarded Optician of Waite

	There was an Old Shipmate of Bliss,
	Whose conduct was eager and swiss,
	He sat on the asters,
	Eating screws and plasters,
	That impetuous Old Shipmate of Bliss

	There was an Old Barber of France,
	Whose conduct was nasty and chance,
	He sat on the buckles,
	Eating jaws and knuckles,
	That efficient Old Barber of France

	There was a Producer of Chad,
	Whose conduct was flabby and glad,
	He sat on the heathers,
	Eating scorns and leathers,
	That dramatic Producer of Chad

	There was an Old Caster of Bray,
	Whose conduct was sour and stray,
	He sat on the twisters,
	Eating rhymes and blisters,
	That courageous Old Caster of Bray

	There was a Producer of Long,
	Whose conduct was peaceful and hmong,
	He sat on the toothpicks,
	Eating wears and chopsticks,
	That impetuous Producer of Long

	There was an Old Singer of Green,
	Whose conduct was local and teen,
	He sat on the lilacs,
	Eating stones and contacts,
	That coherent Old Singer of Green

	There was a Young Hunter of Freda,
	Whose conduct was tranquil and dead,
	He sat on the bluebells,
	Eating hates and cowbells,
	That unstable Young Hunter of Freda

	There was a Young Buyer of Hall,
	Whose conduct was eager and tall,
	He sat on the lilacs,
	Eating blocks and backpacks,
	That disruptive Young Buyer of Hall

	There was an Old Butcher of Freda,
	Whose conduct was civil and dread,
	He sat on the lilies,
	Eating stalls and fillies,
	That suspicious Old Butcher of Freda

	There was a Young Sailor of Kite,
	Whose conduct was nervous and tight,
	He sat on the llamas,
	Eating trims and commas,
	That proficient Young Sailor of Kite

	There was an Optician of Plain,
	Whose conduct was pensive and plane,
	He sat on the asters,
	Eating vans and pastors,
	That maternal Optician of Plain

	There was a Young Trapper of Toy,
	Whose conduct was charming and coy,
	He sat on the heathers,
	Eating rims and weathers,
	That unthinking Young Trapper of Toy

	There was an Old Dentist of Hord,
	Whose conduct was willing and floored,
	He sat on the thistles,
	Eating mares and whistles,
	That uncertain Old Dentist of Hord

	There was an Old Trimmer of Fife,
	Whose conduct was prudent and rife,
	He sat on the twisters,
	Eating crowds and misters,
	That unwilling Old Trimmer of Fife

	There was a Producer of Way,
	Whose conduct was balanced and gray,
	He sat on the ladles,
	Eating lumps and cradles,
	That conceited Producer of Way

	There was an Old Hostler of Bay,
	Whose conduct was joyous and gay,
	He sat on the parrots,
	Eating smokes and ferrets,
	That delightful Old Hostler of Bay

	There was an Old Usher of Troy,
	Whose conduct was steady and coy,
	He sat on the lighters,
	Eating minds and fighters,
	That dependent Old Usher of Troy

	There was a Detective of Lynd,
	Whose conduct was sour and skinned,
	He sat on the bottles,
	Eating leagues and throttles,
	That unfriendly Detective of Lynd

	There was an Old Checker of Trout,
	Whose conduct was naughty and out,
	He sat on the glasses,
	Eating funs and masses,
	That distrustful Old Checker of Trout

	There was a Young Waitress of Lille,
	Whose conduct was dextrous and still,
	He sat on the lizards,
	Eating counts and blizzards,
	That unhelpful Young Waitress of Lille

	There was an Old Sampler of Deal,
	Whose conduct was eager and teal,
	He sat on the papers,
	Eating zips and tapers,
	That resourceful Old Sampler of Deal

	There was a Detective of Land,
	Whose conduct was tactful and fanned,
	He sat on the finches,
	Eating inks and inches,
	That artistic Detective of Land

	There was an Old Athlete of Vail,
	Whose conduct was snazzy and hale,
	He sat on the matchbooks,
	Eating streaks and notebooks,
	That exacting Old Athlete of Vail

	There was a Director of Fence,
	Whose conduct was lively and tense,
	He sat on the wildcats,
	Eating twists and formats,
	That judgmental Director of Fence

	There was a Composer of Core,
	Whose conduct was sneering and sore,
	He sat on the zippers,
	Eating ends and clippers,
	That unfriendly Composer of Core

	There was a Curator of Bock,
	Whose conduct was thinking and stock,
	He sat on the lilies,
	Eating pings and fillies,
	That volcanic Curator of Bock

	There was an Optician of Lime,
	Whose conduct was nosy and prime,
	He sat on the brushes,
	Eating streams and crushes,
	That unhelpful Optician of Lime

	There was an Old Sailor of Swain,
	Whose conduct was caustic and sane,
	He sat on the muskrats,
	Eating floods and bobcats,
	That evasive Old Sailor of Swain

	There was an Engraver of Crete,
	Whose conduct was ardent and fleet,
	He sat on the asters,
	Eating slates and plasters,
	That unstable Engraver of Crete

	There was a Young Butcher of Duck,
	Whose conduct was sober and struck,
	He sat on the cellphones,
	Eating roles and backbones,
	That courageous Young Butcher of Duck

	There was a Young Fisher of Nutt,
	Whose conduct was tranquil and cut,
	He sat on the parrots,
	Eating tramps and carrots,
	That decisive Young Fisher of Nutt

	There was a Young Cutter of France,
	Whose conduct was ardent and chance,
	He sat on the brushes,
	Eating dues and crushes,
	That reluctant Young Cutter of France

	There was a Young Locksmith of Merced,
	Whose conduct was funny and nursed,
	He sat on the lotions,
	Eating kids and motions,
	That ambitious Young Locksmith of Merced

	There was an Old Surgeon of Gluck,
	Whose conduct was caustic and stuck,
	He sat on the waters,
	Eating hugs and daughters,
	That resourceful Old Surgeon of Gluck

	There was an Old Rancher of Felch,
	Whose conduct was hateful and welsh,
	He sat on the sailboats,
	Eating chills and raincoats,
	That inspiring Old Rancher of Felch

	There was a Young Sorter of Goff,
	Whose conduct was cruel and off,
	He sat on the sponges,
	Eating berths and lunges,
	That lethargic Young Sorter of Goff

	There was a Surveyor of Tea,
	Whose conduct was soulful and free,
	He sat on the moonstones,
	Eating meats and cellphones,
	That impressive Surveyor of Tea

	There was a Musician of Hay,
	Whose conduct was cheerful and gay,
	He sat on the feldspars,
	Eating slates and radars,
	That coherent Musician of Hay

	There was an Inspector of Starr,
	Whose conduct was peevish and far,
	He sat on the shovels,
	Eating gives and hovels,
	That obliging Inspector of Starr

	There was a Producer of Queen,
	Whose conduct was stoic and clean,
	He sat on the zippers,
	Eating days and clippers,
	That unhelpful Producer of Queen

	There was a Young Chemist of Strawn,
	Whose conduct was charming and drawn,
	He sat on the gophers,
	Eating blurs and loafers,
	That unbalanced Young Chemist of Strawn

	There was an Old Faller of Ghent,
	Whose conduct was tranquil and spent,
	He sat on the rhinos,
	Eating sprays and torsos,
	That impressive Old Faller of Ghent

	There was a Young Drafter of Cord,
	Whose conduct was stupid and floored,
	He sat on the lotions,
	Eating tapes and oceans,
	That decisive Young Drafter of Cord

	There was a Young Author of Gray,
	Whose conduct was steady and stray,
	He sat on the hollies,
	Eating boosts and trolleys,
	That obliging Young Author of Gray

	There was an Attendant of Freda,
	Whose conduct was saucy and dead,
	He sat on the fridges,
	Eating spears and bridges,
	That unstable Attendant of Freda

	There was a Young Cutter of Fries,
	Whose conduct was ugly and wise,
	He sat on the jaguars,
	Eating toads and boxcars,
	That impulsive Young Cutter of Fries

	There was an Inspector of Cord,
	Whose conduct was clumsy and bored,
	He sat on the sandals,
	Eating clicks and handles,
	That dramatic Inspector of Cord

	There was an Old Molder of Lord,
	Whose conduct was nervous and floored,
	He sat on the ladles,
	Eating toes and cradles,
	That maternal Old Molder of Lord

	There was an Old Locksmith of Mound,
	Whose conduct was clumsy and bound,
	He sat on the sages,
	Eating ships and rages,
	That impressive Old Locksmith of Mound

	There was a Young Molder of Lane,
	Whose conduct was hateful and slain,
	He sat on the wildcats,
	Eating pews and wombats,
	That discerning Young Molder of Lane

	There was an Old Sampler of Glenn,
	Whose conduct was ardent and then,
	He sat on the parrots,
	Eating temps and ferrets,
	That ferocious Old Sampler of Glenn

	There was a Young Waiter of Plush,
	Whose conduct was stable and lush,
	He sat on the vases,
	Eating hits and faces,
	That devoted Young Waiter of Plush

	There was an Optician of Way,
	Whose conduct was saucy and stray,
	He sat on the candles,
	Eating heaps and handles,
	That reluctant Optician of Way

	There was a Young Plumber of Pitts,
	Whose conduct was stable and quits,
	He sat on the rhinos,
	Eating ducks and silos,
	That uncertain Young Plumber of Pitts

	There was an Internist of Rayle,
	Whose conduct was friendly and hale,
	He sat on the keyboards,
	Eating wastes and cardboards,
	That obnoxious Internist of Rayle

	There was a Producer of Bray,
	Whose conduct was prudent and gray,
	He sat on the bluebells,
	Eating flags and cowbells,
	That unfriendly Producer of Bray

	There was a Producer of Rayne,
	Whose conduct was groggy and slain,
	He sat on the gophers,
	Eating jumps and loafers,
	That unwilling Producer of Rayne

	There was an Attendant of Roff,
	Whose conduct was fussy and off,
	He sat on the daisies,
	Eating shacks and crazies,
	That evasive Attendant of Roff

	There was a Curator of Peak,
	Whose conduct was grouchy and greek,
	He sat on the papers,
	Eating pews and vapors,
	That discerning Curator of Peak

	There was a Curator of Haig,
	Whose conduct was drowsy and vague,
	He sat on the jaguars,
	Eating chalks and radars,
	That unthinking Curator of Haig

	There was an Attendant of Hull,
	Whose conduct was cordial and null,
	He sat on the sandals,
	Eating bytes and handles,
	That amusing Attendant of Hull

	There was an Old Drafter of Rock,
	Whose conduct was surly and mock,
	He sat on the lotions,
	Eating piers and motions,
	That reclusive Old Drafter of Rock

	There was a Musician of Lloyd,
	Whose conduct was friendly and void,
	He sat on the fridges,
	Eating bails and bridges,
	That impulsive Musician of Lloyd

	There was an Assembler of Trent,
	Whose conduct was local and pent,
	He sat on the thistles,
	Eating tides and whistles,
	That obliging Assembler of Trent

	There was a Young Welder of Haile,
	Whose conduct was noisy and hale,
	He sat on the waters,
	Eating slips and daughters,
	That unguarded Young Welder of Haile

	There was a Young Lifeguard of Sprout,
	Whose conduct was childlike and out,
	He sat on the feathers,
	Eating breads and weathers,
	That impetuous Young Lifeguard of Sprout

	There was an Old Model of Bliss,
	Whose conduct was nosy and swiss,
	He sat on the bluebells,
	Eating skews and cowbells,
	That angelic Old Model of Bliss

	There was a Musician of Deal,
	Whose conduct was pleasant and teal,
	He sat on the monies,
	Eating tones and honeys,
	That disruptive Musician of Deal

	There was an Instructor of Yale,
	Whose conduct was ugly and frail,
	He sat on the lemurs,
	Eating wheels and reamers,
	That unpleasant Instructor of Yale

	There was a Young Surgeon of Dunn,
	Whose conduct was civil and one,
	He sat on the outlets,
	Eating guides and offsets,
	That evasive Young Surgeon of Dunn

	There was a Young Tester of Tom,
	Whose conduct was steady and calm,
	He sat on the waters,
	Eating hunks and daughters,
	That dependent Young Tester of Tom

	There was a Physician of Croft,
	Whose conduct was sour and soft,
	He sat on the thistles,
	Eating steps and bristles,
	That exacting Physician of Croft

	There was a Detective of Flynn,
	Whose conduct was funny and kin,
	He sat on the heathers,
	Eating deeds and weathers,
	That impressive Detective of Flynn

	There was an Old Author of Stead,
	Whose conduct was silly and shed,
	He sat on the bluebells,
	Eating pass and cowbells,
	That exacting Old Author of Stead

	There was a Young Usher of Bly,
	Whose conduct was thinking and vi,
	He sat on the otters,
	Eating wealths and squatters,
	That inventive Young Usher of Bly

	There was an Old Lawyer of Goff,
	Whose conduct was fussy and off,
	He sat on the finches,
	Eating bins and inches,
	That unhelpful Old Lawyer of Goff

	There was an Inspector of Baird,
	Whose conduct was playful and scared,
	He sat on the lotions,
	Eating seas and motions,
	That distrustful Inspector of Baird

	There was an Attendant of Toone,
	Whose conduct was naughty and hewn,
	He sat on the wrenches,
	Eating flakes and trenches,
	That lethargic Attendant of Toone

	There was an Old Agent of Waite,
	Whose conduct was fervent and straight,
	He sat on the sponges,
	Eating boughs and lunges,
	That resourceful Old Agent of Waite

	There was a Young Shipmate of Boyd,
	Whose conduct was sour and void,
	He sat on the lemurs,
	Eating knots and steamers,
	That judgmental Young Shipmate of Boyd

	There was an Old Trapper of Mays,
	Whose conduct was sober and blase,
	He sat on the purses,
	Eating eights and verses,
	That demonic Old Trapper of Mays

	There was a Director of Fries,
	Whose conduct was stupid and size,
	He sat on the bluebells,
	Eating skates and cowbells,
	That unwilling Director of Fries

	There was a Young Roofer of Ball,
	Whose conduct was modest and all,
	He sat on the jaguars,
	Eating mates and feldspars,
	That amazing Young Roofer of Ball

	There was a Designer of Mart,
	Whose conduct was eager and tart,
	He sat on the waters,
	Eating ties and daughters,
	That amusing Designer of Mart

	There was an Instructor of Lund,
	Whose conduct was balanced and stunned,
	He sat on the neckties,
	Eating quits and rabbis,
	That reclusive Instructor of Lund

	There was an Optician of Zell,
	Whose conduct was selfish and swell,
	He sat on the flannels,
	Eating haunts and panels,
	That impressive Optician of Zell

	There was an Attendant of Ruch,
	Whose conduct was cordial and dutch,
	He sat on the boxes,
	Eating tips and foxes,
	That attentive Attendant of Ruch

	There was a Translator of Guy,
	Whose conduct was crafty and nigh,
	He sat on the ferrets,
	Eating bands and berets,
	That respected Translator of Guy

	There was a Machinist of Sprott,
	Whose conduct was content and shot,
	He sat on the wrenches,
	Eating tricks and trenches,
	That incisive Machinist of Sprott

	There was a Young Athlete of Prien,
	Whose conduct was sleepy and teen,
	He sat on the CDS,
	Eating weaves and tvs,
	That exacting Young Athlete of Prien

	There was a Surveyor of Kief,
	Whose conduct was churlish and brief,
	He sat on the bottles,
	Eating claws and throttles,
	That incisive Surveyor of Kief

	There was an Old Sculptor of Loyd,
	Whose conduct was charming and void,
	He sat on the fridges,
	Eating strokes and bridges,
	That coherent Old Sculptor of Loyd

	There was a Young Tailor of Hon,
	Whose conduct was fussy and wan,
	He sat on the parrots,
	Eating lacks and berets,
	That disruptive Young Tailor of Hon

	There was a Young Cutter of Mize,
	Whose conduct was leery and wise,
	He sat on the glasses,
	Eating aids and gases,
	That attentive Young Cutter of Mize

	There was a Dispatcher of Peck,
	Whose conduct was pleasant and czech,
	He sat on the sandals,
	Eating stalls and candles,
	That unwilling Dispatcher of Peck

	There was a Young Bailiff of Toast,
	Whose conduct was sneering and roast,
	He sat on the CDS,
	Eating pipes and tvs,
	That proficient Young Bailiff of Toast

	There was an Old Cutter of Sprout,
	Whose conduct was hateful and stout,
	He sat on the boxes,
	Eating smiles and foxes,
	That evasive Old Cutter of Sprout

	There was an Old Bailiff of Day,
	Whose conduct was helpful and lay,
	He sat on the coppers,
	Eating strands and shoppers,
	That paternal Old Bailiff of Day

	There was an Old Artist of Meade,
	Whose conduct was dreary and fried,
	He sat on the brushes,
	Eating ticks and thrushes,
	That volcanic Old Artist of Meade

	There was a Young Teller of Joice,
	Whose conduct was elfin and choice,
	He sat on the fridges,
	Eating spells and ridges,
	That angelic Young Teller of Joice

	There was a Young Checker of Orme,
	Whose conduct was crafty and warm,
	He sat on the waters,
	Eating fights and daughters,
	That impulsive Young Checker of Orme

	There was a Surveyor of Kipp,
	Whose conduct was thoughtless and flip,
	He sat on the neckties,
	Eating parks and rabbis,
	That attentive Surveyor of Kipp

	There was a Physician of Vale,
	Whose conduct was awesome and pale,
	He sat on the plasters,
	Eating teens and pastors,
	That exacting Physician of Vale

	There was an Old Bailiff of Plum,
	Whose conduct was soulless and rum,
	He sat on the plasters,
	Eating holes and pastors,
	That suspicious Old Bailiff of Plum

	There was an Assembler of Stroh,
	Whose conduct was careless and ko,
	He sat on the feathers,
	Eating months and heathers,
	That obnoxious Assembler of Stroh

	There was a Physician of Laud,
	Whose conduct was snazzy and jawed,
	He sat on the lizards,
	Eating burns and blizzards,
	That ferocious Physician of Laud

	There was an Inspector of Guin,
	Whose conduct was childlike and kin,
	He sat on the parrots,
	Eating words and berets,
	That angelic Inspector of Guin

	There was a Young Chemist of Thayne,
	Whose conduct was sturdy and slain,
	He sat on the ferrets,
	Eating glands and berets,
	That conceited Young Chemist of Thayne

	There was an Internist of Steele,
	Whose conduct was thinking and real,
	He sat on the foxes,
	Eating stools and boxes,
	That unguarded Internist of Steele

	There was an Old Teacher of Earth,
	Whose conduct was stable and worth,
	He sat on the boxes,
	Eating dogs and foxes,
	That amusing Old Teacher of Earth

	There was an Internist of Flats,
	Whose conduct was dirty and bats,
	He sat on the feldspars,
	Eating webs and jaguars,
	That inventive Internist of Flats

	There was an Accountant of Crane,
	Whose conduct was caustic and plane,
	He sat on the candles,
	Eating bids and handles,
	That dramatic Accountant of Crane

	There was a Young Shipmate of Bay,
	Whose conduct was childlike and stray,
	He sat on the asters,
	Eating rides and pastors,
	That inspiring Young Shipmate of Bay

	There was an Old Model of Croft,
	Whose conduct was dreary and soft,
	He sat on the bluebells,
	Eating scarves and cowbells,
	That paternal Old Model of Croft

	There was an Old Hostler of Pitts,
	Whose conduct was playful and quits,
	He sat on the vases,
	Eating wars and braces,
	That one-sided Old Hostler of Pitts

	There was an Old Lawyer of Hale,
	Whose conduct was thinking and male,
	He sat on the zippers,
	Eating jugs and clippers,
	That uncertain Old Lawyer of Hale

	There was an Old Trapper of Hurst,
	Whose conduct was spiteful and versed,
	He sat on the ferrets,
	Eating lathes and carrots,
	That impressive Old Trapper of Hurst

	There was a Young Faller of Lair,
	Whose conduct was steady and fair,
	He sat on the blouses,
	Eating schools and houses,
	That respectful Young Faller of Lair

	There was an Old Fisher of Peck,
	Whose conduct was candid and czech,
	He sat on the hollies,
	Eating mess and trolleys,
	That ambitious Old Fisher of Peck

	There was a Mortician of Fife,
	Whose conduct was watchful and rife,
	He sat on the toothpicks,
	Eating coils and chopsticks,
	That one-sided Mortician of Fife

	There was a Musician of Crum,
	Whose conduct was spiteful and rum,
	He sat on the wombats,
	Eating tunes and formats,
	That inactive Musician of Crum

	There was an Old Bailiff of Dee,
	Whose conduct was pretty and nee,
	He sat on the blouses,
	Eating knobs and houses,
	That abnormal Old Bailiff of Dee

	There was a Young Hostess of Thayne,
	Whose conduct was hearty and sane,
	He sat on the candles,
	Eating draws and sandals,
	That efficient Young Hostess of Thayne

	There was an Old Tailor of Hart,
	Whose conduct was dowdy and tart,
	He sat on the otters,
	Eating tests and squatters,
	That conceited Old Tailor of Hart

	There was an Old Surgeon of Lund,
	Whose conduct was sleepy and stunned,
	He sat on the llamas,
	Eating clouds and dramas,
	That assertive Old Surgeon of Lund

	There was an Optician of White,
	Whose conduct was pleasant and lite,
	He sat on the wildcats,
	Eating sharks and wombats,
	That distrustful Optician of White

	There was an Old Tailor of Nunn,
	Whose conduct was eager and one,
	He sat on the neckties,
	Eating priests and rabbis,
	That courageous Old Tailor of Nunn

	There was a Physician of Byrne,
	Whose conduct was dirty and stern,
	He sat on the flannels,
	Eating sells and panels,
	That resourceful Physician of Byrne

	There was a Producer of Nome,
	Whose conduct was spiteful and home,
	He sat on the ladles,
	Eating reams and cradles,
	That lethargic Producer of Nome

	There was an Assembler of Rye,
	Whose conduct was ugly and thai,
	He sat on the lotions,
	Eating arcs and motions,
	That unfriendly Assembler of Rye

	There was an Old Trimmer of Cass,
	Whose conduct was modest and bass,
	He sat on the otters,
	Eating blues and squatters,
	That assertive Old Trimmer of Cass

	There was an Inspector of Nome,
	Whose conduct was grouchy and home,
	He sat on the toothpicks,
	Eating wolves and chopsticks,
	That courageous Inspector of Nome

	There was a Young Cleaner of Trent,
	Whose conduct was careful and spent,
	He sat on the sandals,
	Eating sights and handles,
	That ambitious Young Cleaner of Trent

	There was a Young Teller of Cade,
	Whose conduct was snobby and frayed,
	He sat on the lizards,
	Eating chimes and blizzards,
	That reclusive Young Teller of Cade

	There was a Curator of Gray,
	Whose conduct was striking and fey,
	He sat on the lizards,
	Eating twirls and blizzards,
	That unhelpful Curator of Gray

	There was a Director of Thor,
	Whose conduct was spiteful and more,
	He sat on the flashlights,
	Eating stains and snakebites,
	That angelic Director of Thor

	There was a Mortician of Boyce,
	Whose conduct was patient and choice,
	He sat on the gophers,
	Eating eyes and loafers,
	That obliging Mortician of Boyce

	There was an Old Cleaner of Sao,
	Whose conduct was soulful and lao,
	He sat on the wombats,
	Eating ranks and formats,
	That lethargic Old Cleaner of Sao

	There was an Inspector of Kite,
	Whose conduct was patient and lite,
	He sat on the fridges,
	Eating weaves and bridges,
	That exacting Inspector of Kite

	There was an Attendant of Mart,
	Whose conduct was elfin and smart,
	He sat on the foxes,
	Eating pings and boxes,
	That abnormal Attendant of Mart

	There was an Old Shipmate of Nash,
	Whose conduct was soulful and flash,
	He sat on the horses,
	Eating ties and courses,
	That impatient Old Shipmate of Nash

	There was an Old Faller of Barr,
	Whose conduct was snobby and far,
	He sat on the neckties,
	Eating hints and rabbis,
	That impatient Old Faller of Barr

	There was an Old Barber of May,
	Whose conduct was distant and gay,
	He sat on the wildcats,
	Eating pats and formats,
	That distrustful Old Barber of May

	There was an Old Cutter of Leigh,
	Whose conduct was nervous and lee,
	He sat on the asters,
	Eating hopes and pastors,
	That disruptive Old Cutter of Leigh

	There was an Assembler of Wirt,
	Whose conduct was fervent and pert,
	He sat on the tables,
	Eating inks and cables,
	That respectful Assembler of Wirt

	There was an Accountant of Queen,
	Whose conduct was flashy and keen,
	He sat on the flannels,
	Eating thrills and channels,
	That resourceful Accountant of Queen

	There was a Physician of Tull,
	Whose conduct was ugly and null,
	He sat on the moonstones,
	Eating halves and backbones,
	That distrustful Physician of Tull

	There was a Designer of Brush,
	Whose conduct was zealous and rush,
	He sat on the CDS,
	Eating guards and tvs,
	That volcanic Designer of Brush

	There was an Old Teacher of Hayes,
	Whose conduct was thoughtless and blase,
	He sat on the candles,
	Eating crowds and sandals,
	That obliging Old Teacher of Hayes

	There was a Young Faller of Nye,
	Whose conduct was friendly and spry,
	He sat on the coppers,
	Eating saws and stoppers,
	That unwilling Young Faller of Nye

	There was a Young Hunter of Cross,
	Whose conduct was sturdy and boss,
	He sat on the lemurs,
	Eating rights and screamers,
	That old-fashioned Young Hunter of Cross

	There was an Old Rancher of Skene,
	Whose conduct was touchy and lean,
	He sat on the wildcats,
	Eating pots and wombats,
	That disruptive Old Rancher of Skene

	There was a Curator of Spain,
	Whose conduct was tactless and fain,
	He sat on the lilies,
	Eating floors and fillies,
	That resourceful Curator of Spain

	There was an Engraver of Sun,
	Whose conduct was balanced and none,
	He sat on the outlets,
	Eating cloves and headsets,
	That obnoxious Engraver of Sun

	There was an Old Blaster of Thane,
	Whose conduct was venal and plain,
	He sat on the nylons,
	Eating bands and crayons,
	That assertive Old Blaster of Thane

	There was a Young Hostess of Stroud,
	Whose conduct was timid and bowed,
	He sat on the matchbooks,
	Eating rings and passbooks,
	That reclusive Young Hostess of Stroud

	There was a Detective of Blunt,
	Whose conduct was sassy and front,
	He sat on the papers,
	Eating meals and vapors,
	That respected Detective of Blunt

	There was a Detective of Lloyd,
	Whose conduct was touchy and void,
	He sat on the lighters,
	Eating keels and fighters,
	That respectful Detective of Lloyd

	There was a Young Plumber of Shedd,
	Whose conduct was somber and dead,
	He sat on the monies,
	Eating rights and honeys,
	That old-fashioned Young Plumber of Shedd

	There was an Assembler of Bee,
	Whose conduct was soulful and vi,
	He sat on the foxes,
	Eating clubs and boxes,
	That obliging Assembler of Bee

	There was an Inspector of Frink,
	Whose conduct was childlike and pink,
	He sat on the otters,
	Eating funs and squatters,
	That one-sided Inspector of Frink

	There was a Curator of Nabb,
	Whose conduct was flaky and drab,
	He sat on the lotions,
	Eating shots and oceans,
	That lethargic Curator of Nabb

	There was a Director of Crane,
	Whose conduct was eager and plane,
	He sat on the waters,
	Eating joints and daughters,
	That inspiring Director of Crane

	There was a Composer of Hunt,
	Whose conduct was clever and blunt,
	He sat on the neckties,
	Eating roots and rabbis,
	That lethargic Composer of Hunt

	There was an Accountant of Rock,
	Whose conduct was tired and stock,
	He sat on the tables,
	Eating chests and cables,
	That devoted Accountant of Rock

	There was a Machinist of Goff,
	Whose conduct was cautious and off,
	He sat on the outlets,
	Eating hints and headsets,
	That unhelpful Machinist of Goff

	There was an Old Author of Lum,
	Whose conduct was candid and bum,
	He sat on the rhinos,
	Eating knocks and silos,
	That exacting Old Author of Lum

	There was a Young Teller of Veal,
	Whose conduct was able and teal,
	He sat on the rabbits,
	Eating crooks and habits,
	That abnormal Young Teller of Veal

	There was an Inspector of Gluck,
	Whose conduct was cranky and stuck,
	He sat on the whistles,
	Eating stems and bristles,
	That respectful Inspector of Gluck

	There was a Composer of Seale,
	Whose conduct was caustic and teal,
	He sat on the blouses,
	Eating swells and houses,
	That disruptive Composer of Seale

	There was an Assembler of Thrall,
	Whose conduct was surly and small,
	He sat on the notebooks,
	Eating toughs and textbooks,
	That inspiring Assembler of Thrall

	There was an Attendant of Stark,
	Whose conduct was soulful and dark,
	He sat on the wildcats,
	Eating pass and wombats,
	That impressive Attendant of Stark

	There was a Young Cutter of War,
	Whose conduct was elfin and sore,
	He sat on the finches,
	Eating holes and inches,
	That reclusive Young Cutter of War

	There was an Old Jailer of Bunn,
	Whose conduct was sullen and dun,
	He sat on the notebooks,
	Eating moles and passbooks,
	That amazing Old Jailer of Bunn

	There was a Producer of Dee,
	Whose conduct was willing and three,
	He sat on the lilies,
	Eating bins and fillies,
	That discerning Producer of Dee

	There was an Attendant of Meaux,
	Whose conduct was timid and go,
	He sat on the hollies,
	Eating kings and trolleys,
	That paternal Attendant of Meaux

	There was a Young Fisher of Gold,
	Whose conduct was flabby and bold,
	He sat on the ladles,
	Eating tights and cradles,
	That respected Young Fisher of Gold

	There was an Assembler of Luck,
	Whose conduct was ugly and stuck,
	He sat on the vases,
	Eating spokes and races,
	That resentful Assembler of Luck

	There was a Physician of Ware,
	Whose conduct was flashy and spare,
	He sat on the lilies,
	Eating scopes and chilis,
	That amusing Physician of Ware

	There was a Young Writer of Moon,
	Whose conduct was civil and hewn,
	He sat on the horses,
	Eating spills and courses,
	That unstable Young Writer of Moon

	There was a Young Trapper of Hon,
	Whose conduct was agile and on,
	He sat on the slippers,
	Eating ohms and zippers,
	That impetuous Young Trapper of Hon

	There was an Old Trimmer of Prien,
	Whose conduct was groggy and teen,
	He sat on the flashlights,
	Eating leeks and headlights,
	That abnormal Old Trimmer of Prien

	There was an Assembler of Whyte,
	Whose conduct was lazy and slight,
	He sat on the heathers,
	Eating blocks and weathers,
	That attentive Assembler of Whyte

	There was a Detective of Welch,
	Whose conduct was childlike and welsh,
	He sat on the tables,
	Eating gems and cables,
	That paternal Detective of Welch

	There was a Young Caster of Man,
	Whose conduct was sloppy and tan,
	He sat on the houses,
	Eating kites and blouses,
	That angelic Young Caster of Man

	There was a Composer of Lord,
	Whose conduct was pleasant and bored,
	He sat on the neckties,
	Eating plumes and rabbis,
	That unthinking Composer of Lord

	There was a Curator of Hanks,
	Whose conduct was subtle and manx,
	He sat on the bottles,
	Eating sings and throttles,
	That unpleasant Curator of Hanks

	There was an Internist of Max,
	Whose conduct was sturdy and lax,
	He sat on the lilacs,
	Eating dusts and backpacks,
	That disruptive Internist of Max

	There was an Assembler of Speed,
	Whose conduct was steady and keyed,
	He sat on the flashlights,
	Eating tests and fortnights,
	That coherent Assembler of Speed

	There was a Musician of Knight,
	Whose conduct was elfin and lite,
	He sat on the bottles,
	Eating sites and throttles,
	That unhelpful Musician of Knight

	There was an Old Dentist of Hearne,
	Whose conduct was tactless and stern,
	He sat on the whistles,
	Eating packs and bristles,
	That coherent Old Dentist of Hearne

	There was an Assembler of Pipe,
	Whose conduct was clumsy and ripe,
	He sat on the zippers,
	Eating ploughs and clippers,
	That conceited Assembler of Pipe

	There was a Young Bellhop of Scott,
	Whose conduct was pleasant and shot,
	He sat on the slippers,
	Eating canes and clippers,
	That dramatic Young Bellhop of Scott

	There was an Assembler of Penn,
	Whose conduct was candid and then,
	He sat on the foxes,
	Eating puffs and boxes,
	That abnormal Assembler of Penn

	There was a Young Hostess of Payne,
	Whose conduct was timid and plain,
	He sat on the keyboards,
	Eating miss and starboards,
	That obliging Young Hostess of Payne

	There was an Old Welder of Saks,
	Whose conduct was childish and lax,
	He sat on the buckles,
	Eating heads and knuckles,
	That maternal Old Welder of Saks

	There was a Translator of Boon,
	Whose conduct was steady and hewn,
	He sat on the outlets,
	Eating rings and offsets,
	That obliging Translator of Boon

	There was an Internist of Dawn,
	Whose conduct was hearty and on,
	He sat on the tvs,
	Eating courts and cds,
	That conceited Internist of Dawn

	There was a Curator of Wood,
	Whose conduct was pretty and good,
	He sat on the papers,
	Eating bulls and tapers,
	That judgmental Curator of Wood

	There was a Young Barber of Crown,
	Whose conduct was flabby and brown,
	He sat on the lizards,
	Eating nails and blizzards,
	That dramatic Young Barber of Crown

	There was an Old Cutter of Winn,
	Whose conduct was sober and kin,
	He sat on the ladles,
	Eating grabs and cradles,
	That unguarded Old Cutter of Winn

	There was a Young Dentist of Ladd,
	Whose conduct was caustic and clad,
	He sat on the ladles,
	Eating shows and cradles,
	That inspiring Young Dentist of Ladd

	There was a Musician of Ball,
	Whose conduct was careful and tall,
	He sat on the bluebells,
	Eating snacks and cowbells,
	That demonic Musician of Ball

	There was an Old Chemist of Shedd,
	Whose conduct was snazzy and red,
	He sat on the sages,
	Eating soots and cages,
	That old-fashioned Old Chemist of Shedd

	There was an Old Singer of Leal,
	Whose conduct was subtle and teal,
	He sat on the whistles,
	Eating oils and bristles,
	That resourceful Old Singer of Leal

	There was a Young Baker of Brule,
	Whose conduct was testy and cool,
	He sat on the glasses,
	Eating sleds and passes,
	That ambitious Young Baker of Brule

	There was an Old Checker of Gill,
	Whose conduct was cheerful and still,
	He sat on the finches,
	Eating pots and inches,
	That dramatic Old Checker of Gill

	There was a Detective of Quay,
	Whose conduct was prudent and cod,
	He sat on the heathers,
	Eating spheres and weathers,
	That exacting Detective of Quay

	There was a Director of Gratz,
	Whose conduct was tired and bats,
	He sat on the lilacs,
	Eating groans and contacts,
	That abnormal Director of Gratz

	There was a Director of Horn,
	Whose conduct was crabby and torn,
	He sat on the ladles,
	Eating bees and cradles,
	That obliging Director of Horn

	There was an Old Model of Tea,
	Whose conduct was caustic and lee,
	He sat on the boxes,
	Eating clues and foxes,
	That attentive Old Model of Tea

	There was a Producer of Rayle,
	Whose conduct was gloomy and frail,
	He sat on the houses,
	Eating groups and blouses,
	That impetuous Producer of Rayle

	There was an Accountant of Weed,
	Whose conduct was spiteful and keyed,
	He sat on the parrots,
	Eating faults and carrots,
	That delightful Accountant of Weed

	There was a Young Typist of Mound,
	Whose conduct was cheerful and crowned,
	He sat on the cellphones,
	Eating steels and milestones,
	That angelic Young Typist of Mound

	There was an Old Cutter of Jean,
	Whose conduct was pretty and clean,
	He sat on the papers,
	Eating pinks and vapors,
	That old-fashioned Old Cutter of Jean

	There was an Accountant of Pearce,
	Whose conduct was restless and fierce,
	He sat on the coppers,
	Eating wastes and shoppers,
	That dramatic Accountant of Pearce

	There was a Producer of Pride,
	Whose conduct was fussy and side,
	He sat on the fridges,
	Eating gowns and bridges,
	That distrustful Producer of Pride

	There was a Young Faller of Kim,
	Whose conduct was local and trim,
	He sat on the asters,
	Eating dues and pastors,
	That impetuous Young Faller of Kim

	There was a Mortician of Dore,
	Whose conduct was crafty and more,
	He sat on the footballs,
	Eating stripes and handballs,
	That decisive Mortician of Dore

	There was an Old Barber of Floyd,
	Whose conduct was nervous and void,
	He sat on the ferrets,
	Eating cabs and berets,
	That impetuous Old Barber of Floyd

	There was an Old Dancer of Larned,
	Whose conduct was cordial and darned,
	He sat on the parrots,
	Eating claws and ferrets,
	That resourceful Old Dancer of Larned

	There was a Young Actor of Guin,
	Whose conduct was ugly and thin,
	He sat on the ladles,
	Eating quilts and cradles,
	That ferocious Young Actor of Guin

	There was a Detective of Hugh,
	Whose conduct was plucky and gu,
	He sat on the houses,
	Eating feeds and blouses,
	That assertive Detective of Hugh

	There was a Young Athlete of Starke,
	Whose conduct was striking and stark,
	He sat on the hollies,
	Eating debts and trolleys,
	That unbalanced Young Athlete of Starke

	There was a Director of Puck,
	Whose conduct was joyous and struck,
	He sat on the sidewalks,
	Eating bites and warlocks,
	That artistic Director of Puck

	There was a Physician of Thorn,
	Whose conduct was helpful and torn,
	He sat on the lilacs,
	Eating moves and contacts,
	That exacting Physician of Thorn

	There was a Young Buyer of Roll,
	Whose conduct was stupid and whole,
	He sat on the whistles,
	Eating throats and thistles,
	That courageous Young Buyer of Roll

	There was a Young Usher of Earth,
	Whose conduct was earnest and worth,
	He sat on the sponges,
	Eating cloths and lunges,
	That resourceful Young Usher of Earth

	There was an Accountant of Spray,
	Whose conduct was cautious and fey,
	He sat on the lilacs,
	Eating gleams and contacts,
	That dramatic Accountant of Spray

	There was a Curator of Wood,
	Whose conduct was guarded and good,
	He sat on the blouses,
	Eating drums and houses,
	That suspicious Curator of Wood

	There was an Old Dancer of Clare,
	Whose conduct was content and spare,
	He sat on the sailboats,
	Eating clerks and lifeboats,
	That discerning Old Dancer of Clare

	There was a Young Drafter of Graf,
	Whose conduct was civil and half,
	He sat on the waters,
	Eating lays and daughters,
	That assertive Young Drafter of Graf

	There was an Inspector of Boyce,
	Whose conduct was grouchy and choice,
	He sat on the CDS,
	Eating hints and tvs,
	That lethargic Inspector of Boyce

	There was a Young Lifeguard of Goode,
	Whose conduct was flabby and good,
	He sat on the lilies,
	Eating gloves and chilis,
	That decisive Young Lifeguard of Goode

	There was a Surveyor of Tripp,
	Whose conduct was stoic and hip,
	He sat on the brushes,
	Eating talcs and thrushes,
	That reclusive Surveyor of Tripp

	There was an Inspector of Lusk,
	Whose conduct was naughty and brusque,
	He sat on the rabbits,
	Eating safes and habits,
	That respected Inspector of Lusk

	There was an Old Plumber of Breed,
	Whose conduct was restless and keyed,
	He sat on the llamas,
	Eating pools and commas,
	That unstable Old Plumber of Breed

	There was a Young Sorter of Prim,
	Whose conduct was eager and slim,
	He sat on the wildcats,
	Eating goats and wombats,
	That old-fashioned Young Sorter of Prim

	There was a Young Hunter of Stead,
	Whose conduct was plucky and red,
	He sat on the bottles,
	Eating cheats and throttles,
	That impetuous Young Hunter of Stead

	There was an Assembler of Hay,
	Whose conduct was caustic and stray,
	He sat on the wombats,
	Eating chives and formats,
	That disruptive Assembler of Hay

	There was an Optician of Horn,
	Whose conduct was fussy and worn,
	He sat on the otters,
	Eating knees and squatters,
	That reluctant Optician of Horn

	There was an Old Hostess of Earth,
	Whose conduct was dainty and worth,
	He sat on the rhinos,
	Eating hums and cargoes,
	That lethargic Old Hostess of Earth

	There was a Young Drafter of Zinc,
	Whose conduct was pensive and pink,
	He sat on the lemurs,
	Eating crowns and steamers,
	That volcanic Young Drafter of Zinc

	There was an Old Tuner of Zag,
	Whose conduct was fussy and brag,
	He sat on the waters,
	Eating seeds and daughters,
	That uncertain Old Tuner of Zag

	There was an Engraver of Dawn,
	Whose conduct was subtle and on,
	He sat on the weasels,
	Eating codes and diesels,
	That proficient Engraver of Dawn

	There was a Young Trimmer of Maize,
	Whose conduct was dreary and blase,
	He sat on the otters,
	Eating fails and squatters,
	That attentive Young Trimmer of Maize

	There was a Young Teller of Prue,
	Whose conduct was content and through,
	He sat on the cellphones,
	Eating holes and milestones,
	That respected Young Teller of Prue

	There was an Old Molder of Hearne,
	Whose conduct was local and stern,
	He sat on the heathers,
	Eating spies and feathers,
	That abnormal Old Molder of Hearne

	There was a Mortician of Schrag,
	Whose conduct was surly and brag,
	He sat on the footballs,
	Eating twigs and eyeballs,
	That respected Mortician of Schrag

	There was a Mortician of Fred,
	Whose conduct was stoic and spread,
	He sat on the laces,
	Eating cards and cases,
	That unbalanced Mortician of Fred

	There was an Old Waiter of Fine,
	Whose conduct was thoughtless and nine,
	He sat on the feldspars,
	Eating cars and jaguars,
	That unfriendly Old Waiter of Fine

	There was an Instructor of Black,
	Whose conduct was surly and crack,
	He sat on the cellphones,
	Eating veils and milestones,
	That unhelpful Instructor of Black

	There was a Young Sampler of Lynd,
	Whose conduct was tactless and skinned,
	He sat on the lilies,
	Eating grands and fillies,
	That inactive Young Sampler of Lynd

	There was a Designer of Vail,
	Whose conduct was charming and stale,
	He sat on the nickels,
	Eating crews and pickles,
	That reluctant Designer of Vail

	There was an Old Dentist of Dike,
	Whose conduct was fussy and like,
	He sat on the papers,
	Eating tics and vapors,
	That obliging Old Dentist of Dike

	There was a Young Sorter of Poole,
	Whose conduct was gloomy and cool,
	He sat on the lemurs,
	Eating bikes and screamers,
	That distrustful Young Sorter of Poole

	There was an Internist of Rule,
	Whose conduct was tired and cool,
	He sat on the wildcats,
	Eating dames and wombats,
	That abnormal Internist of Rule

	There was a Reporter of Wynne,
	Whose conduct was venal and thin,
	He sat on the parrots,
	Eating sweets and ferrets,
	That proficient Reporter of Wynne

	There was an Old Rancher of Fife,
	Whose conduct was stable and rife,
	He sat on the matchbooks,
	Eating dares and textbooks,
	That dramatic Old Rancher of Fife

	There was a Young Waitress of Flynn,
	Whose conduct was childish and thin,
	He sat on the glasses,
	Eating guess and grasses,
	That unwilling Young Waitress of Flynn

	There was a Young Author of Fine,
	Whose conduct was patient and nine,
	He sat on the daisies,
	Eating barns and crazies,
	That respected Young Author of Fine

	There was a Young Butcher of Croft,
	Whose conduct was cruel and soft,
	He sat on the asters,
	Eating slaps and pastors,
	That resourceful Young Butcher of Croft

	There was a Composer of Swan,
	Whose conduct was sober and wan,
	He sat on the candles,
	Eating teas and sandals,
	That one-sided Composer of Swan

	There was an Assembler of Fries,
	Whose conduct was sullen and wise,
	He sat on the matchbooks,
	Eating helms and textbooks,
	That inactive Assembler of Fries

	There was an Accountant of Zag,
	Whose conduct was watchful and brag,
	He sat on the lilacs,
	Eating moss and contacts,
	That courageous Accountant of Zag

	There was a Reporter of Plum,
	Whose conduct was stupid and plumb,
	He sat on the hollies,
	Eating prints and trolleys,
	That impulsive Reporter of Plum

	There was an Old Dentist of Puck,
	Whose conduct was naughty and stuck,
	He sat on the daisies,
	Eating spines and crazies,
	That angelic Old Dentist of Puck

	There was an Old Jailer of Felch,
	Whose conduct was pretty and welsh,
	He sat on the outlets,
	Eating sleeves and offsets,
	That delightful Old Jailer of Felch

	There was a Young Hostess of Page,
	Whose conduct was willing and sage,
	He sat on the lilacs,
	Eating shakes and contacts,
	That respectful Young Hostess of Page

	There was a Translator of Brand,
	Whose conduct was caustic and bland,
	He sat on the fridges,
	Eating bikes and ridges,
	That demonic Translator of Brand

	There was a Machinist of Bock,
	Whose conduct was snobby and mock,
	He sat on the tables,
	Eating robes and cables,
	That decisive Machinist of Bock

	There was an Old Cutter of Freda,
	Whose conduct was zealous and red,
	He sat on the neckties,
	Eating beans and rabbis,
	That unhelpful Old Cutter of Freda

	There was an Accountant of Dike,
	Whose conduct was cautious and like,
	He sat on the CDS,
	Eating sorts and tvs,
	That amazing Accountant of Dike

	There was a Young Singer of Toast,
	Whose conduct was churlish and most,
	He sat on the sponges,
	Eating dogs and lunges,
	That one-sided Young Singer of Toast

	There was a Young Caster of Mab,
	Whose conduct was naughty and drab,
	He sat on the purses,
	Eating leads and nurses,
	That exacting Young Caster of Mab

	There was a Young Caster of Gluck,
	Whose conduct was flashy and struck,
	He sat on the wombats,
	Eating skins and formats,
	That impressive Young Caster of Gluck

	There was a Director of Bone,
	Whose conduct was lively and lone,
	He sat on the candles,
	Eating goes and sandals,
	That efficient Director of Bone

	There was a Young Athlete of Bach,
	Whose conduct was fervent and stock,
	He sat on the purses,
	Eating stones and verses,
	That amazing Young Athlete of Bach

	There was a Young Checker of Moss,
	Whose conduct was groggy and boss,
	He sat on the heathers,
	Eating wills and feathers,
	That impulsive Young Checker of Moss

	There was an Old Caster of Dee,
	Whose conduct was sullen and key,
	He sat on the waters,
	Eating scents and daughters,
	That obliging Old Caster of Dee

	There was an Attendant of Cole,
	Whose conduct was sullen and sole,
	He sat on the foxes,
	Eating asks and boxes,
	That impulsive Attendant of Cole

	There was an Old Faller of Strawn,
	Whose conduct was agile and drawn,
	He sat on the candles,
	Eating honks and sandals,
	That courageous Old Faller of Strawn

	There was a Translator of Goff,
	Whose conduct was lovely and off,
	He sat on the sponges,
	Eating feasts and lunges,
	That impressive Translator of Goff

	There was a Mortician of Craig,
	Whose conduct was helpful and vague,
	He sat on the outlets,
	Eating jades and headsets,
	That old-fashioned Mortician of Craig

	There was a Young Drafter of Gays,
	Whose conduct was brilliant and blase,
	He sat on the houses,
	Eating shafts and blouses,
	That volcanic Young Drafter of Gays

	There was a Dispatcher of Pride,
	Whose conduct was churlish and eyed,
	He sat on the nickels,
	Eating shops and pickles,
	That paternal Dispatcher of Pride

	There was a Young Faller of Mab,
	Whose conduct was cheerful and fab,
	He sat on the gophers,
	Eating flasks and loafers,
	That attentive Young Faller of Mab

	There was an Old Baker of Trail,
	Whose conduct was crabby and male,
	He sat on the cellphones,
	Eating skips and keystones,
	That unstable Old Baker of Trail

	There was a Detective of Deal,
	Whose conduct was local and teal,
	He sat on the glasses,
	Eating boats and masses,
	That suspicious Detective of Deal

	There was an Attendant of Guy,
	Whose conduct was fervent and dry,
	He sat on the brushes,
	Eating hulls and crushes,
	That old-fashioned Attendant of Guy

	There was a Young Shipmate of Breed,
	Whose conduct was brilliant and keyed,
	He sat on the moonstones,
	Eating teas and cellphones,
	That delightful Young Shipmate of Breed

	There was an Old Trimmer of Fence,
	Whose conduct was lazy and tense,
	He sat on the neckties,
	Eating snaps and rabbis,
	That delightful Old Trimmer of Fence

	There was an Old Dentist of Thorne,
	Whose conduct was thoughtless and worn,
	He sat on the ladles,
	Eating flags and cradles,
	That efficient Old Dentist of Thorne

	There was an Optician of Shay,
	Whose conduct was stoic and stray,
	He sat on the rhinos,
	Eating maps and silos,
	That amazing Optician of Shay

	There was an Old Typist of Trail,
	Whose conduct was careless and stale,
	He sat on the lilies,
	Eating tells and chilis,
	That reluctant Old Typist of Trail

	There was an Old Lifeguard of Scherr,
	Whose conduct was cruel and bare,
	He sat on the coppers,
	Eating maids and stoppers,
	That maternal Old Lifeguard of Scherr

	There was a Dispatcher of Lehr,
	Whose conduct was touchy and rare,
	He sat on the asters,
	Eating butts and masters,
	That ambitious Dispatcher of Lehr

	There was an Old Roofer of Hart,
	Whose conduct was sober and tart,
	He sat on the CDS,
	Eating spokes and tvs,
	That unhelpful Old Roofer of Hart

	There was a Producer of Belt,
	Whose conduct was cheerful and svelte,
	He sat on the heathers,
	Eating toes and weathers,
	That unwilling Producer of Belt

	There was a Producer of Lowes,
	Whose conduct was able and close,
	He sat on the heathers,
	Eating trucks and feathers,
	That judgmental Producer of Lowes

	There was an Engraver of Gray,
	Whose conduct was noisy and fey,
	He sat on the finches,
	Eating peaks and inches,
	That coherent Engraver of Gray

	There was an Internist of Gas,
	Whose conduct was spiteful and bass,
	He sat on the nickels,
	Eating ears and pickles,
	That unfriendly Internist of Gas

	There was a Designer of Gold,
	Whose conduct was testy and cold,
	He sat on the whistles,
	Eating corns and bristles,
	That inactive Designer of Gold

	There was a Surveyor of Marsh,
	Whose conduct was thoughtless and harsh,
	He sat on the lilacs,
	Eating games and backpacks,
	That impatient Surveyor of Marsh

	There was an Old Agent of Muir,
	Whose conduct was careless and pure,
	He sat on the wombats,
	Eating tacks and formats,
	That unguarded Old Agent of Muir

	There was a Young Roofer of Watts,
	Whose conduct was cruel and scots,
	He sat on the monies,
	Eating horns and honeys,
	That suspicious Young Roofer of Watts

	There was an Old Roofer of Barr,
	Whose conduct was crabby and star,
	He sat on the wrenches,
	Eating bombs and benches,
	That unbalanced Old Roofer of Barr

	There was an Old Bailiff of Pond,
	Whose conduct was candid and blond,
	He sat on the tables,
	Eating mugs and stables,
	That attentive Old Bailiff of Pond

	There was a Translator of Dawn,
	Whose conduct was sober and gone,
	He sat on the nylons,
	Eating grays and crayons,
	That respected Translator of Dawn

	There was an Old Cutter of Plain,
	Whose conduct was plucky and plane,
	He sat on the tvs,
	Eating frocks and cds,
	That inspiring Old Cutter of Plain

	There was a Young Baker of Haile,
	Whose conduct was peaceful and hale,
	He sat on the fridges,
	Eating soils and ridges,
	That obnoxious Young Baker of Haile

	There was a Designer of Stroud,
	Whose conduct was quiet and plowed,
	He sat on the blouses,
	Eating lands and houses,
	That respectful Designer of Stroud

	There was a Machinist of Roll,
	Whose conduct was pretty and droll,
	He sat on the whistles,
	Eating tins and thistles,
	That unstable Machinist of Roll

	There was a Young Writer of Glen,
	Whose conduct was distant and then,
	He sat on the purses,
	Eating spheres and nurses,
	That ambitious Young Writer of Glen

	There was an Accountant of Hext,
	Whose conduct was somber and vexed,
	He sat on the tables,
	Eating strengths and cables,
	That respected Accountant of Hext

	There was a Young Dancer of Wann,
	Whose conduct was venal and wan,
	He sat on the sidewalks,
	Eating bays and warlocks,
	That impressive Young Dancer of Wann

	There was a Detective of Thorne,
	Whose conduct was venal and worn,
	He sat on the waters,
	Eating thorns and daughters,
	That impulsive Detective of Thorne

	There was a Young Athlete of Flats,
	Whose conduct was timid and bats,
	He sat on the zippers,
	Eating fogs and slippers,
	That coherent Young Athlete of Flats

	There was an Old Cutter of Lyle,
	Whose conduct was awful and vile,
	He sat on the hangers,
	Eating pads and hangars,
	That incisive Old Cutter of Lyle

	There was an Old Drafter of Cade,
	Whose conduct was lovely and paid,
	He sat on the nylons,
	Eating clocks and icons,
	That courageous Old Drafter of Cade

	There was a Mortician of Ross,
	Whose conduct was dainty and boss,
	He sat on the lilies,
	Eating stays and chilis,
	That demonic Mortician of Ross

	There was a Mortician of Gross,
	Whose conduct was sullen and close,
	He sat on the muskrats,
	Eating floats and bobcats,
	That inspiring Mortician of Gross

	There was an Old Model of Spain,
	Whose conduct was lovely and jain,
	He sat on the monies,
	Eating ants and honeys,
	That inspiring Old Model of Spain

	There was a Designer of Way,
	Whose conduct was careless and grey,
	He sat on the boxes,
	Eating gongs and foxes,
	That impulsive Designer of Way

	There was an Attendant of Park,
	Whose conduct was callous and stark,
	He sat on the wombats,
	Eating trails and formats,
	That impulsive Attendant of Park

	There was a Young Hostess of Prue,
	Whose conduct was hearty and few,
	He sat on the muskrats,
	Eating sleds and bobcats,
	That dramatic Young Hostess of Prue

	There was a Young Butcher of Point,
	Whose conduct was thinking and joint,
	He sat on the wombats,
	Eating loaves and formats,
	That attentive Young Butcher of Point

	There was a Young Jailer of Zell,
	Whose conduct was thinking and fell,
	He sat on the sailboats,
	Eating goods and speedboats,
	That devoted Young Jailer of Zell

	There was a Machinist of Payne,
	Whose conduct was childlike and jain,
	He sat on the laces,
	Eating gifts and traces,
	That efficient Machinist of Payne

	There was an Old Actor of Borth,
	Whose conduct was able and fourth,
	He sat on the fridges,
	Eating soles and bridges,
	That obnoxious Old Actor of Borth

	There was a Detective of Man,
	Whose conduct was surly and tan,
	He sat on the thistles,
	Eating floods and whistles,
	That assertive Detective of Man

	There was a Director of Boone,
	Whose conduct was content and hewn,
	He sat on the horses,
	Eating gums and courses,
	That dramatic Director of Boone

	There was a Young Singer of Greene,
	Whose conduct was sassy and mean,
	He sat on the fridges,
	Eating broths and bridges,
	That amusing Young Singer of Greene

	There was a Young Agent of Greece,
	Whose conduct was fussy and nice,
	He sat on the thistles,
	Eating spades and whistles,
	That reluctant Young Agent of Greece

	There was a Mortician of Cord,
	Whose conduct was groggy and bored,
	He sat on the ladles,
	Eating waists and cradles,
	That evasive Mortician of Cord

	There was a Mortician of Slade,
	Whose conduct was venal and staid,
	He sat on the wildcats,
	Eating clumps and formats,
	That impetuous Mortician of Slade

	There was a Young Fisher of Earth,
	Whose conduct was soulless and worth,
	He sat on the hollies,
	Eating snows and trolleys,
	That assertive Young Fisher of Earth

	There was an Old Waiter of Kiel,
	Whose conduct was churlish and teal,
	He sat on the fridges,
	Eating pests and ridges,
	That reclusive Old Waiter of Kiel

	There was a Translator of Larned,
	Whose conduct was crafty and darned,
	He sat on the CDS,
	Eating thirsts and tvs,
	That impulsive Translator of Larned

	There was a Producer of Kane,
	Whose conduct was touchy and vain,
	He sat on the jaguars,
	Eating quails and feldspars,
	That resourceful Producer of Kane

	There was an Assembler of Hicks,
	Whose conduct was thinking and six,
	He sat on the boxes,
	Eating arcs and foxes,
	That judgmental Assembler of Hicks

	There was an Instructor of Twain,
	Whose conduct was eager and vain,
	He sat on the keyboards,
	Eating staffs and starboards,
	That volcanic Instructor of Twain

	There was a Detective of Hyde,
	Whose conduct was stoic and wide,
	He sat on the heathers,
	Eating cysts and weathers,
	That old-fashioned Detective of Hyde

	There was a Young Cleaner of Locke,
	Whose conduct was picky and mock,
	He sat on the plasters,
	Eating groves and asters,
	That maternal Young Cleaner of Locke

	There was a Reporter of Boone,
	Whose conduct was striking and boon,
	He sat on the finches,
	Eating sales and inches,
	That volcanic Reporter of Boone

	There was a Designer of Pine,
	Whose conduct was cordial and fine,
	He sat on the monies,
	Eating sweats and honeys,
	That incisive Designer of Pine

	There was a Young Lawyer of Glen,
	Whose conduct was dextrous and then,
	He sat on the horses,
	Eating shades and courses,
	That artistic Young Lawyer of Glen

	There was an Old Cleaner of Range,
	Whose conduct was cautious and strange,
	He sat on the shovels,
	Eating eights and hovels,
	That obnoxious Old Cleaner of Range

	There was a Surveyor of Steele,
	Whose conduct was flashy and real,
	He sat on the lilacs,
	Eating rounds and backpacks,
	That demonic Surveyor of Steele

	There was a Physician of Thorn,
	Whose conduct was lazy and sworn,
	He sat on the lotions,
	Eating parts and oceans,
	That unstable Physician of Thorn

	There was a Designer of Speight,
	Whose conduct was tactless and strait,
	He sat on the lemurs,
	Eating chords and screamers,
	That maternal Designer of Speight

	There was an Engraver of Van,
	Whose conduct was dreary and ane,
	He sat on the twisters,
	Eating scents and sisters,
	That respected Engraver of Van

	There was a Mortician of Coe,
	Whose conduct was crabby and ko,
	He sat on the gophers,
	Eating busts and loafers,
	That inactive Mortician of Coe

	There was a Director of Thor,
	Whose conduct was zealous and four,
	He sat on the bottles,
	Eating wines and throttles,
	That reclusive Director of Thor

	There was a Curator of Roy,
	Whose conduct was somber and coy,
	He sat on the zippers,
	Eating bags and clippers,
	That abnormal Curator of Roy

	There was an Old Butcher of Black,
	Whose conduct was funny and quack,
	He sat on the papers,
	Eating blooms and scrapers,
	That obliging Old Butcher of Black

	There was an Instructor of Green,
	Whose conduct was ugly and clean,
	He sat on the purses,
	Eating finds and verses,
	That artistic Instructor of Green

	There was a Surveyor of Duck,
	Whose conduct was sloppy and struck,
	He sat on the papers,
	Eating cakes and tapers,
	That courageous Surveyor of Duck

	There was an Engraver of Gould,
	Whose conduct was friendly and ruled,
	He sat on the monies,
	Eating nodes and honeys,
	That efficient Engraver of Gould

	There was a Mortician of Kipp,
	Whose conduct was venal and flip,
	He sat on the lemurs,
	Eating drifts and screamers,
	That conceited Mortician of Kipp

	There was a Young Molder of Lusk,
	Whose conduct was dextrous and brusque,
	He sat on the papers,
	Eating breads and vapors,
	That ferocious Young Molder of Lusk

	There was a Reporter of Busch,
	Whose conduct was noisy and bush,
	He sat on the zippers,
	Eating rays and slippers,
	That uncertain Reporter of Busch

	There was a Producer of Thor,
	Whose conduct was ugly and four,
	He sat on the purses,
	Eating flags and nurses,
	That one-sided Producer of Thor

	There was a Detective of Grace,
	Whose conduct was dainty and glace,
	He sat on the sponges,
	Eating grounds and lunges,
	That inspiring Detective of Grace

	There was a Young Butcher of Hon,
	Whose conduct was hateful and on,
	He sat on the bluebells,
	Eating dwells and cowbells,
	That amusing Young Butcher of Hon

	There was an Inspector of Cash,
	Whose conduct was cheerful and rash,
	He sat on the CDS,
	Eating slings and tvs,
	That delightful Inspector of Cash

	There was an Internist of Dore,
	Whose conduct was pensive and more,
	He sat on the footballs,
	Eating lutes and handballs,
	That unfriendly Internist of Dore

	There was a Physician of Prien,
	Whose conduct was cranky and lean,
	He sat on the flashlights,
	Eating eats and skylights,
	That ferocious Physician of Prien

	There was an Internist of Swan,
	Whose conduct was careless and wan,
	He sat on the tvs,
	Eating chairs and cds,
	That ferocious Internist of Swan

	There was a Young Actor of Lark,
	Whose conduct was elfin and dark,
	He sat on the bottles,
	Eating roads and throttles,
	That disruptive Young Actor of Lark

	There was a Mortician of Bell,
	Whose conduct was brilliant and swell,
	He sat on the cellphones,
	Eating spares and keystones,
	That artistic Mortician of Bell

	There was a Young Baker of Champ,
	Whose conduct was soulful and damp,
	He sat on the nickels,
	Eating miles and pickles,
	That unthinking Young Baker of Champ

	There was an Old Lawyer of Park,
	Whose conduct was soulless and dark,
	He sat on the sailboats,
	Eating drinks and raincoats,
	That disruptive Old Lawyer of Park

	There was a Reporter of Strum,
	Whose conduct was touchy and dumb,
	He sat on the laces,
	Eating lanes and braces,
	That amusing Reporter of Strum

	There was an Inspector of Lake,
	Whose conduct was groggy and fake,
	He sat on the nylons,
	Eating costs and crayons,
	That judgmental Inspector of Lake

	There was a Young Hostess of Stead,
	Whose conduct was modest and dread,
	He sat on the nickels,
	Eating pokes and pickles,
	That unthinking Young Hostess of Stead

	There was a Young Bailiff of Fyffe,
	Whose conduct was stupid and rife,
	He sat on the rhinos,
	Eating grills and elbows,
	That amazing Young Bailiff of Fyffe

	There was a Young Taper of Gail,
	Whose conduct was sassy and male,
	He sat on the glasses,
	Eating pops and gases,
	That uncertain Young Taper of Gail

	There was an Old Lifeguard of Nye,
	Whose conduct was pleasant and tai,
	He sat on the parrots,
	Eating stings and berets,
	That distrustful Old Lifeguard of Nye

	There was an Old Writer of Linn,
	Whose conduct was playful and thin,
	He sat on the neckties,
	Eating scarves and rabbis,
	That resentful Old Writer of Linn

	There was an Optician of Mead,
	Whose conduct was hearty and keyed,
	He sat on the feathers,
	Eating pegs and leathers,
	That efficient Optician of Mead

	There was a Young Baker of Squire,
	Whose conduct was stoic and dire,
	He sat on the flashlights,
	Eating stress and headlights,
	That unfriendly Young Baker of Squire

	There was a Young Singer of Crane,
	Whose conduct was local and ane,
	He sat on the plasters,
	Eating rents and masters,
	That impatient Young Singer of Crane

	There was an Old Locksmith of Muir,
	Whose conduct was funny and pure,
	He sat on the gophers,
	Eating breaths and loafers,
	That proficient Old Locksmith of Muir

	There was an Old Waitress of Mart,
	Whose conduct was passive and tart,
	He sat on the buckles,
	Eating views and knuckles,
	That suspicious Old Waitress of Mart

	There was a Young Baker of Bach,
	Whose conduct was modest and mock,
	He sat on the fridges,
	Eating finds and bridges,
	That incisive Young Baker of Bach

	There was a Machinist of Pan,
	Whose conduct was pensive and tan,
	He sat on the ladles,
	Eating ends and cradles,
	That unthinking Machinist of Pan

	There was a Young Butcher of Fine,
	Whose conduct was awful and sign,
	He sat on the wrenches,
	Eating guns and trenches,
	That unthinking Young Butcher of Fine

	There was a Young Lawyer of Vail,
	Whose conduct was awesome and hale,
	He sat on the keyboards,
	Eating guess and cardboards,
	That proficient Young Lawyer of Vail

	There was an Engraver of White,
	Whose conduct was prudent and right,
	He sat on the lizards,
	Eating chicks and blizzards,
	That impressive Engraver of White

	There was an Instructor of Flom,
	Whose conduct was hearty and calm,
	He sat on the weasels,
	Eating growths and diesels,
	That respectful Instructor of Flom

	There was a Young Rancher of Chase,
	Whose conduct was civil and base,
	He sat on the bottles,
	Eating chips and throttles,
	That resentful Young Rancher of Chase

	There was a Detective of Trail,
	Whose conduct was clever and stale,
	He sat on the ferrets,
	Eating colds and berets,
	That unhelpful Detective of Trail

	There was an Attendant of Britt,
	Whose conduct was peaceful and fit,
	He sat on the wrenches,
	Eating rules and trenches,
	That resourceful Attendant of Britt

	There was a Young Buyer of Conde,
	Whose conduct was cautious and fond,
	He sat on the jaguars,
	Eating guests and radars,
	That inspiring Young Buyer of Conde

	There was a Young Sorter of Smale,
	Whose conduct was nervous and pale,
	He sat on the sages,
	Eating greeks and wages,
	That old-fashioned Young Sorter of Smale

	There was an Old Teacher of Buhl,
	Whose conduct was cruel and cool,
	He sat on the lilies,
	Eating trunks and fillies,
	That one-sided Old Teacher of Buhl

	There was a Machinist of Star,
	Whose conduct was snazzy and far,
	He sat on the boxes,
	Eating flaps and foxes,
	That courageous Machinist of Star

	There was a Young Typist of Pond,
	Whose conduct was sleepy and fond,
	He sat on the asters,
	Eating blocks and pastors,
	That unfriendly Young Typist of Pond

	There was an Old Bellhop of Fence,
	Whose conduct was restless and dense,
	He sat on the cellphones,
	Eating jugs and moonstones,
	That inventive Old Bellhop of Fence

	There was a Machinist of Roy,
	Whose conduct was cranky and coy,
	He sat on the sandals,
	Eating stubs and candles,
	That respected Machinist of Roy

	There was a Young Tailor of Paint,
	Whose conduct was timid and faint,
	He sat on the fridges,
	Eating feasts and ridges,
	That reluctant Young Tailor of Paint

	There was a Designer of Fenn,
	Whose conduct was flabby and ten,
	He sat on the llamas,
	Eating chains and commas,
	That ambitious Designer of Fenn

	There was an Old Fisher of Crane,
	Whose conduct was callous and ane,
	He sat on the foxes,
	Eating turns and boxes,
	That lethargic Old Fisher of Crane

	There was a Composer of Clyde,
	Whose conduct was subtle and fried,
	He sat on the waters,
	Eating wealths and daughters,
	That uncertain Composer of Clyde

	There was a Young Dentist of Ord,
	Whose conduct was subtle and bored,
	He sat on the toothpicks,
	Eating tunes and lipsticks,
	That unbalanced Young Dentist of Ord

	There was a Physician of Plush,
	Whose conduct was childlike and rush,
	He sat on the coppers,
	Eating suedes and shoppers,
	That dependent Physician of Plush

	There was an Old Author of Wright,
	Whose conduct was clever and white,
	He sat on the shovels,
	Eating vans and hovels,
	That ambitious Old Author of Wright

	There was a Young Jailer of Heil,
	Whose conduct was churlish and vile,
	He sat on the daisies,
	Eating tans and crazies,
	That assertive Young Jailer of Heil

	There was an Old Shipmate of Weir,
	Whose conduct was ardent and here,
	He sat on the finches,
	Eating flies and inches,
	That old-fashioned Old Shipmate of Weir

	There was an Old Rancher of Bray,
	Whose conduct was quiet and lay,
	He sat on the finches,
	Eating feasts and inches,
	That conceited Old Rancher of Bray

	There was an Old Welder of Toone,
	Whose conduct was nervous and hewn,
	He sat on the flashlights,
	Eating prints and searchlights,
	That suspicious Old Welder of Toone

	There was an Old Welder of Snead,
	Whose conduct was peevish and fried,
	He sat on the cellphones,
	Eating ports and milestones,
	That incisive Old Welder of Snead

	There was an Optician of Crum,
	Whose conduct was joyous and dumb,
	He sat on the keyboards,
	Eating necks and switchboards,
	That impressive Optician of Crum

	There was an Old Lawyer of Lay,
	Whose conduct was steady and fey,
	He sat on the finches,
	Eating keys and inches,
	That lethargic Old Lawyer of Lay

	There was a Young Surgeon of Lay,
	Whose conduct was awful and stray,
	He sat on the feathers,
	Eating leaps and leathers,
	That obliging Young Surgeon of Lay

	There was an Old Buyer of Whyte,
	Whose conduct was churlish and white,
	He sat on the wildcats,
	Eating heats and formats,
	That ferocious Old Buyer of Whyte

	There was a Young Molder of Corn,
	Whose conduct was balanced and shorn,
	He sat on the moonstones,
	Eating dhows and backbones,
	That evasive Young Molder of Corn

	There was a Young Lifeguard of Nash,
	Whose conduct was churlish and brash,
	He sat on the aardvarks,
	Eating socks and ballparks,
	That unguarded Young Lifeguard of Nash

	There was an Old Usher of Frost,
	Whose conduct was joyous and lost,
	He sat on the lotions,
	Eating crews and oceans,
	That inventive Old Usher of Frost

	There was a Young Blaster of Lyle,
	Whose conduct was silly and vile,
	He sat on the monies,
	Eating hails and honeys,
	That old-fashioned Young Blaster of Lyle

	There was an Inspector of Leitch,
	Whose conduct was sturdy and each,
	He sat on the footballs,
	Eating grits and handballs,
	That decisive Inspector of Leitch

	There was an Accountant of Hale,
	Whose conduct was saucy and frail,
	He sat on the bottles,
	Eating cries and throttles,
	That obliging Accountant of Hale

	There was an Old Athlete of Kim,
	Whose conduct was fervent and prim,
	He sat on the nickels,
	Eating pops and pickles,
	That discerning Old Athlete of Kim

	There was an Assembler of Claunch,
	Whose conduct was surly and staunch,
	He sat on the foxes,
	Eating grades and boxes,
	That evasive Assembler of Claunch

	There was a Producer of Berne,
	Whose conduct was churlish and stern,
	He sat on the toothpicks,
	Eating squares and lipsticks,
	That impetuous Producer of Berne

	There was a Composer of Tull,
	Whose conduct was awesome and dull,
	He sat on the feathers,
	Eating creams and heathers,
	That amusing Composer of Tull

	There was an Inspector of Witt,
	Whose conduct was cheerful and lit,
	He sat on the vases,
	Eating silks and chases,
	That reluctant Inspector of Witt

	There was a Young Lifeguard of Hasse,
	Whose conduct was pleasant and boss,
	He sat on the daisies,
	Eating scarves and crazies,
	That unwilling Young Lifeguard of Hasse

	There was a Reporter of Lynd,
	Whose conduct was ardent and skinned,
	He sat on the rhinos,
	Eating rigs and torsos,
	That old-fashioned Reporter of Lynd

	There was an Internist of Nutt,
	Whose conduct was dreary and shut,
	He sat on the glasses,
	Eating screens and masses,
	That resentful Internist of Nutt

	There was an Inspector of Orr,
	Whose conduct was peaceful and hoar,
	He sat on the rabbits,
	Eating dries and habits,
	That respected Inspector of Orr

	There was an Old Tailor of Moss,
	Whose conduct was pensive and cross,
	He sat on the bottles,
	Eating jails and throttles,
	That unpleasant Old Tailor of Moss

	There was a Director of Plain,
	Whose conduct was wary and main,
	He sat on the vases,
	Eating corps and braces,
	That volcanic Director of Plain

	There was a Detective of Sun,
	Whose conduct was dirty and won,
	He sat on the vases,
	Eating grids and faces,
	That respected Detective of Sun

	There was an Old Surgeon of Brice,
	Whose conduct was lovely and nice,
	He sat on the rhinos,
	Eating limps and bongos,
	That respected Old Surgeon of Brice

	There was a Young Hunter of Guy,
	Whose conduct was cranky and nigh,
	He sat on the feldspars,
	Eating claps and radars,
	That decisive Young Hunter of Guy

	There was an Old Cutter of Thorn,
	Whose conduct was patient and sworn,
	He sat on the nickels,
	Eating berths and pickles,
	That distrustful Old Cutter of Thorn

	There was a Translator of Nix,
	Whose conduct was thoughtful and six,
	He sat on the purses,
	Eating cores and nurses,
	That old-fashioned Translator of Nix

	There was a Reporter of Welch,
	Whose conduct was flaky and welsh,
	He sat on the sages,
	Eating newts and cages,
	That dramatic Reporter of Welch

	There was a Surveyor of Clyde,
	Whose conduct was peaceful and dyed,
	He sat on the waters,
	Eating robes and daughters,
	That unguarded Surveyor of Clyde

	There was an Old Tailor of Hays,
	Whose conduct was soulful and blase,
	He sat on the hangers,
	Eating peens and hangars,
	That disruptive Old Tailor of Hays

	There was a Producer of Dunn,
	Whose conduct was quiet and done,
	He sat on the toothpicks,
	Eating swabs and chopsticks,
	That suspicious Producer of Dunn

	There was an Old Drafter of Queen,
	Whose conduct was local and mean,
	He sat on the notebooks,
	Eating caves and matchbooks,
	That impressive Old Drafter of Queen

	There was a Young Usher of Joes,
	Whose conduct was lively and close,
	He sat on the purses,
	Eating dares and nurses,
	That distrustful Young Usher of Joes

	There was an Old Typist of Kent,
	Whose conduct was tranquil and bent,
	He sat on the vases,
	Eating bombs and bases,
	That reluctant Old Typist of Kent

	There was an Old Buyer of Vail,
	Whose conduct was careful and hale,
	He sat on the hollies,
	Eating snails and trolleys,
	That exacting Old Buyer of Vail

	There was a Producer of Zim,
	Whose conduct was modest and dim,
	He sat on the wombats,
	Eating raps and formats,
	That artistic Producer of Zim

	There was a Surveyor of Sayre,
	Whose conduct was agile and spare,
	He sat on the buckles,
	Eating spines and knuckles,
	That obnoxious Surveyor of Sayre

	There was a Producer of May,
	Whose conduct was prudent and gay,
	He sat on the moonstones,
	Eating schemes and keystones,
	That uncertain Producer of May

	There was a Musician of Starr,
	Whose conduct was clumsy and far,
	He sat on the vases,
	Eating spills and chases,
	That judgmental Musician of Starr

	There was a Surveyor of Hurst,
	Whose conduct was snobby and cursed,
	He sat on the finches,
	Eating dames and inches,
	That maternal Surveyor of Hurst

	There was a Young Tuner of Bliss,
	Whose conduct was ardent and swiss,
	He sat on the toothpicks,
	Eating roasts and chopsticks,
	That impressive Young Tuner of Bliss

	There was an Engraver of Hasse,
	Whose conduct was joyous and boss,
	He sat on the jaguars,
	Eating brows and feldspars,
	That demonic Engraver of Hasse

	There was an Old Agent of Mound,
	Whose conduct was flabby and bound,
	He sat on the lilies,
	Eating halts and chilis,
	That obliging Old Agent of Mound

	There was a Young Chemist of Floyd,
	Whose conduct was lovely and void,
	He sat on the notebooks,
	Eating mains and textbooks,
	That respected Young Chemist of Floyd

	There was an Internist of Kim,
	Whose conduct was awesome and grim,
	He sat on the sailboats,
	Eating tones and footnotes,
	That resentful Internist of Kim

	There was a Detective of Kyle,
	Whose conduct was gentle and vile,
	He sat on the ladles,
	Eating rips and cradles,
	That courageous Detective of Kyle

	There was a Young Cleaner of Snell,
	Whose conduct was flabby and well,
	He sat on the zippers,
	Eating swans and clippers,
	That inspiring Young Cleaner of Snell

	There was an Instructor of Stead,
	Whose conduct was sleepy and dead,
	He sat on the finches,
	Eating kills and inches,
	That unbalanced Instructor of Stead

	There was a Young Fisher of War,
	Whose conduct was lazy and more,
	He sat on the nylons,
	Eating ways and crayons,
	That proficient Young Fisher of War

	There was a Physician of Starr,
	Whose conduct was brilliant and star,
	He sat on the monies,
	Eating deeds and honeys,
	That unhelpful Physician of Starr

	There was a Dispatcher of Luce,
	Whose conduct was patient and spruce,
	He sat on the houses,
	Eating yokes and blouses,
	That attentive Dispatcher of Luce

	There was an Old Rancher of Burt,
	Whose conduct was local and hurt,
	He sat on the whistles,
	Eating tips and missiles,
	That distrustful Old Rancher of Burt

	There was a Curator of Zim,
	Whose conduct was sneering and trim,
	He sat on the cellphones,
	Eating dens and keystones,
	That disruptive Curator of Zim

	There was a Young Roofer of Reed,
	Whose conduct was cordial and keyed,
	He sat on the wombats,
	Eating toads and wildcats,
	That courageous Young Roofer of Reed

	There was a Composer of Bruce,
	Whose conduct was groggy and loose,
	He sat on the tables,
	Eating flocks and stables,
	That angelic Composer of Bruce

	There was an Old Dentist of Moss,
	Whose conduct was lazy and boss,
	He sat on the outlets,
	Eating chicks and headsets,
	That discerning Old Dentist of Moss

	There was a Musician of Swift,
	Whose conduct was spiteful and miffed,
	He sat on the tvs,
	Eating songs and cds,
	That discerning Musician of Swift

	There was a Young Teacher of Snell,
	Whose conduct was sober and swell,
	He sat on the waters,
	Eating trims and daughters,
	That unbalanced Young Teacher of Snell

	There was a Detective of Cade,
	Whose conduct was careless and spayed,
	He sat on the heathers,
	Eating hates and weathers,
	That dramatic Detective of Cade

	There was an Old Roofer of Nye,
	Whose conduct was funny and vi,
	He sat on the wombats,
	Eating lifts and formats,
	That judgmental Old Roofer of Nye

	There was a Young Usher of Dix,
	Whose conduct was clever and six,
	He sat on the nickels,
	Eating dimes and pickles,
	That amazing Young Usher of Dix

	There was a Young Faller of Leigh,
	Whose conduct was thinking and vi,
	He sat on the houses,
	Eating rips and blouses,
	That evasive Young Faller of Leigh

	There was a Detective of Deer,
	Whose conduct was pleasant and near,
	He sat on the lilacs,
	Eating gears and contacts,
	That respectful Detective of Deer

	There was a Surveyor of Hayes,
	Whose conduct was leery and blase,
	He sat on the footballs,
	Eating threads and handballs,
	That respected Surveyor of Hayes

	There was an Instructor of Nash,
	Whose conduct was testy and brash,
	He sat on the monies,
	Eating pads and honeys,
	That inventive Instructor of Nash

	There was an Instructor of Stowe,
	Whose conduct was lazy and ko,
	He sat on the coppers,
	Eating sparks and shoppers,
	That old-fashioned Instructor of Stowe

	There was a Mortician of Trail,
	Whose conduct was cautious and pale,
	He sat on the ladles,
	Eating loves and cradles,
	That discerning Mortician of Trail

	There was a Young Molder of Bent,
	Whose conduct was quiet and pent,
	He sat on the notebooks,
	Eating rusts and matchbooks,
	That discerning Young Molder of Bent

	There was an Old Buyer of Gill,
	Whose conduct was patient and still,
	He sat on the sponges,
	Eating sips and lunges,
	That dramatic Old Buyer of Gill

	There was a Physician of Felt,
	Whose conduct was thoughtful and svelte,
	He sat on the tvs,
	Eating flies and cds,
	That inactive Physician of Felt

	There was a Physician of Bland,
	Whose conduct was surly and fanned,
	He sat on the thistles,
	Eating forks and bristles,
	That resourceful Physician of Bland

	There was a Composer of Key,
	Whose conduct was cranky and vi,
	He sat on the ferrets,
	Eating inks and berets,
	That decisive Composer of Key

	There was a Composer of Wayne,
	Whose conduct was balanced and fain,
	He sat on the lizards,
	Eating guys and blizzards,
	That unhelpful Composer of Wayne

	There was a Young Lawyer of Cross,
	Whose conduct was watchful and boss,
	He sat on the foxes,
	Eating drips and boxes,
	That distrustful Young Lawyer of Cross

	There was an Old Hostess of Leaf,
	Whose conduct was fervent and brief,
	He sat on the wrenches,
	Eating modes and trenches,
	That lethargic Old Hostess of Leaf

	There was an Accountant of Blunt,
	Whose conduct was noisy and front,
	He sat on the laces,
	Eating spokes and cases,
	That unthinking Accountant of Blunt

	There was an Old Plumber of Ray,
	Whose conduct was tranquil and gray,
	He sat on the feathers,
	Eating shawls and heathers,
	That courageous Old Plumber of Ray

	There was a Physician of Lead,
	Whose conduct was pretty and wed,
	He sat on the lilacs,
	Eating pumps and backpacks,
	That discerning Physician of Lead

	There was a Translator of Sun,
	Whose conduct was tactless and done,
	He sat on the gophers,
	Eating steaks and loafers,
	That ambitious Translator of Sun

	There was an Assembler of Toy,
	Whose conduct was idle and coy,
	He sat on the lilacs,
	Eating creeks and contacts,
	That uncertain Assembler of Toy

	There was a Mortician of Bly,
	Whose conduct was soulless and shy,
	He sat on the otters,
	Eating quilts and squatters,
	That amazing Mortician of Bly

	There was a Physician of Hurt,
	Whose conduct was noisy and pert,
	He sat on the blouses,
	Eating struts and houses,
	That ferocious Physician of Hurt

	There was a Young Barber of Weld,
	Whose conduct was distant and shelled,
	He sat on the lilies,
	Eating fares and fillies,
	That disruptive Young Barber of Weld

	There was a Composer of Lee,
	Whose conduct was sour and wee,
	He sat on the parrots,
	Eating funds and ferrets,
	That unstable Composer of Lee

	There was an Old Molder of Mead,
	Whose conduct was nosy and fried,
	He sat on the finches,
	Eating veals and inches,
	That disruptive Old Molder of Mead

	There was a Machinist of Todd,
	Whose conduct was willing and tod,
	He sat on the feathers,
	Eating crowds and heathers,
	That paternal Machinist of Todd

	There was an Old Shipmate of Dale,
	Whose conduct was peaceful and stale,
	He sat on the coppers,
	Eating hangs and shoppers,
	That impressive Old Shipmate of Dale

	There was a Translator of Thane,
	Whose conduct was awesome and jain,
	He sat on the notebooks,
	Eating pings and passbooks,
	That volcanic Translator of Thane

	There was a Producer of Maize,
	Whose conduct was cranky and blase,
	He sat on the moonstones,
	Eating tramps and keystones,
	That lethargic Producer of Maize

	There was a Translator of Dike,
	Whose conduct was steady and like,
	He sat on the tvs,
	Eating crooks and cds,
	That impetuous Translator of Dike

	There was an Old Teller of Gwinn,
	Whose conduct was charming and kin,
	He sat on the neckties,
	Eating kits and rabbis,
	That unbalanced Old Teller of Gwinn

	There was a Mortician of Lyle,
	Whose conduct was tranquil and vile,
	He sat on the buckles,
	Eating goals and knuckles,
	That resentful Mortician of Lyle

	There was an Instructor of Thane,
	Whose conduct was awful and ane,
	He sat on the lighters,
	Eating bonds and fighters,
	That unguarded Instructor of Thane

	There was an Old Typist of Boon,
	Whose conduct was caustic and hewn,
	He sat on the keyboards,
	Eating loaves and billboards,
	That ambitious Old Typist of Boon

	There was a Young Trimmer of Pray,
	Whose conduct was listless and fey,
	He sat on the bottles,
	Eating cabs and throttles,
	That uncertain Young Trimmer of Pray

	There was a Young Hostess of Plain,
	Whose conduct was idle and sane,
	He sat on the glasses,
	Eating strengths and passes,
	That unwilling Young Hostess of Plain

	There was a Young Bailiff of Hay,
	Whose conduct was childlike and stray,
	He sat on the slippers,
	Eating clicks and zippers,
	That incisive Young Bailiff of Hay

	There was a Physician of Hess,
	Whose conduct was gentle and less,
	He sat on the blouses,
	Eating straws and houses,
	That incisive Physician of Hess

	There was an Old Singer of Way,
	Whose conduct was content and gray,
	He sat on the toothpicks,
	Eating yachts and lipsticks,
	That decisive Old Singer of Way

	There was an Old Farmer of Twain,
	Whose conduct was plucky and fain,
	He sat on the monies,
	Eating thorns and honeys,
	That dramatic Old Farmer of Twain

	There was an Attendant of Deer,
	Whose conduct was timid and sheer,
	He sat on the feathers,
	Eating lents and heathers,
	That discerning Attendant of Deer

	There was an Old Typist of Tull,
	Whose conduct was subtle and dull,
	He sat on the wildcats,
	Eating silks and formats,
	That respected Old Typist of Tull

	There was a Producer of Shedd,
	Whose conduct was spiteful and shed,
	He sat on the cellphones,
	Eating socks and keystones,
	That impressive Producer of Shedd

	There was a Young Bellhop of Mays,
	Whose conduct was guarded and blase,
	He sat on the flashlights,
	Eating hearts and spotlights,
	That old-fashioned Young Bellhop of Mays

	There was an Old Author of Joy,
	Whose conduct was nervous and coy,
	He sat on the moonstones,
	Eating blasts and keystones,
	That coherent Old Author of Joy

	There was a Translator of Moose,
	Whose conduct was hearty and spruce,
	He sat on the CDS,
	Eating crudes and tvs,
	That impulsive Translator of Moose

	There was a Young Writer of Cline,
	Whose conduct was funny and fine,
	He sat on the monies,
	Eating felts and honeys,
	That one-sided Young Writer of Cline

	There was a Young Hostler of Kell,
	Whose conduct was cautious and fell,
	He sat on the hollies,
	Eating chives and trolleys,
	That discerning Young Hostler of Kell

	There was an Old Tailor of Hague,
	Whose conduct was fervent and vague,
	He sat on the glasses,
	Eating glands and grasses,
	That conceited Old Tailor of Hague

	There was a Machinist of Roane,
	Whose conduct was noisy and own,
	He sat on the purses,
	Eating paints and verses,
	That proficient Machinist of Roane

	There was an Instructor of Kiel,
	Whose conduct was stoic and teal,
	He sat on the boxes,
	Eating tans and foxes,
	That artistic Instructor of Kiel

	There was an Instructor of France,
	Whose conduct was playful and chance,
	He sat on the keyboards,
	Eating sleeps and starboards,
	That respected Instructor of France

	There was a Young Dancer of Page,
	Whose conduct was earnest and sage,
	He sat on the lotions,
	Eating cubes and oceans,
	That discerning Young Dancer of Page

	There was a Young Tuner of Skene,
	Whose conduct was passive and green,
	He sat on the aardvarks,
	Eating whales and ballparks,
	That efficient Young Tuner of Skene

	There was a Young Bellhop of Galt,
	Whose conduct was civil and halt,
	He sat on the notebooks,
	Eating graphs and matchbooks,
	That unpleasant Young Bellhop of Galt

	There was a Surveyor of Puck,
	Whose conduct was spiteful and struck,
	He sat on the bottles,
	Eating foods and throttles,
	That reclusive Surveyor of Puck

	There was an Optician of Seale,
	Whose conduct was thoughtless and leal,
	He sat on the flannels,
	Eating parks and panels,
	That amusing Optician of Seale

	There was an Old Usher of Boutte,
	Whose conduct was candid and brute,
	He sat on the sages,
	Eating trips and pages,
	That efficient Old Usher of Boutte

	There was a Reporter of Kim,
	Whose conduct was naughty and trim,
	He sat on the lemurs,
	Eating chiefs and steamers,
	That unfriendly Reporter of Kim

	There was a Translator of Boon,
	Whose conduct was able and hewn,
	He sat on the brushes,
	Eating ghosts and crushes,
	That assertive Translator of Boon

	There was a Young Rancher of Jet,
	Whose conduct was peaceful and wet,
	He sat on the fridges,
	Eating days and bridges,
	That resentful Young Rancher of Jet

	There was a Young Artist of Roll,
	Whose conduct was silly and sole,
	He sat on the daisies,
	Eating glass and crazies,
	That delightful Young Artist of Roll

	There was an Old Checker of Joice,
	Whose conduct was dirty and choice,
	He sat on the finches,
	Eating dares and inches,
	That volcanic Old Checker of Joice

	There was an Old Molder of Hayes,
	Whose conduct was sober and blase,
	He sat on the slippers,
	Eating beads and clippers,
	That reluctant Old Molder of Hayes

	There was a Director of Bow,
	Whose conduct was soulful and lao,
	He sat on the houses,
	Eating blows and blouses,
	That paternal Director of Bow

	There was a Producer of Buhl,
	Whose conduct was candid and cool,
	He sat on the parrots,
	Eating shrines and carrots,
	That unthinking Producer of Buhl

	There was an Old Teller of Zim,
	Whose conduct was agile and grim,
	He sat on the twisters,
	Eating screens and misters,
	That impetuous Old Teller of Zim

	There was a Young Model of Rayne,
	Whose conduct was thoughtless and plain,
	He sat on the sponges,
	Eating dawns and lunges,
	That dependent Young Model of Rayne

	There was a Producer of Lake,
	Whose conduct was careful and fake,
	He sat on the coppers,
	Eating skulls and shoppers,
	That paternal Producer of Lake

	There was a Curator of Speight,
	Whose conduct was venal and great,
	He sat on the jaguars,
	Eating hips and radars,
	That obnoxious Curator of Speight

	There was a Young Bellhop of Jay,
	Whose conduct was groggy and gay,
	He sat on the weasels,
	Eating primes and measles,
	That discerning Young Bellhop of Jay

	There was a Young Hostess of Blaine,
	Whose conduct was awesome and vain,
	He sat on the parrots,
	Eating spears and carrots,
	That abnormal Young Hostess of Blaine

	There was an Internist of Max,
	Whose conduct was striking and lax,
	He sat on the keyboards,
	Eating hails and switchboards,
	That obliging Internist of Max

	There was an Old Blaster of Beal,
	Whose conduct was silly and real,
	He sat on the cellphones,
	Eating mounds and keystones,
	That unhelpful Old Blaster of Beal

	There was an Old Tailor of Kite,
	Whose conduct was stoic and bright,
	He sat on the purses,
	Eating rays and verses,
	That unwilling Old Tailor of Kite

	There was an Assembler of Schley,
	Whose conduct was sullen and gray,
	He sat on the llamas,
	Eating kinds and commas,
	That unguarded Assembler of Schley

	There was an Instructor of Hext,
	Whose conduct was local and vexed,
	He sat on the muskrats,
	Eating cures and bobcats,
	That amazing Instructor of Hext

	There was an Old Agent of Fine,
	Whose conduct was tired and sign,
	He sat on the keyboards,
	Eating hints and switchboards,
	That paternal Old Agent of Fine

	There was a Young Author of Dime,
	Whose conduct was naughty and prime,
	He sat on the gophers,
	Eating probes and loafers,
	That devoted Young Author of Dime

	There was a Young Dancer of Corn,
	Whose conduct was zealous and shorn,
	He sat on the tables,
	Eating laps and cables,
	That inventive Young Dancer of Corn

	There was an Old Usher of Zell,
	Whose conduct was cranky and swell,
	He sat on the houses,
	Eating pelts and blouses,
	That decisive Old Usher of Zell

	There was an Engraver of Goff,
	Whose conduct was passive and off,
	He sat on the brushes,
	Eating noons and flushes,
	That dependent Engraver of Goff

	There was a Detective of Vick,
	Whose conduct was cautious and slick,
	He sat on the fridges,
	Eating jeffs and ridges,
	That inventive Detective of Vick

	There was a Producer of Clare,
	Whose conduct was cautious and rare,
	He sat on the shovels,
	Eating reefs and hovels,
	That unbalanced Producer of Clare

	There was an Old Usher of Nunn,
	Whose conduct was wary and dun,
	He sat on the outlets,
	Eating shawls and headsets,
	That ferocious Old Usher of Nunn

	There was a Composer of Winn,
	Whose conduct was churlish and thin,
	He sat on the finches,
	Eating thighs and inches,
	That exacting Composer of Winn

	There was an Instructor of Wirt,
	Whose conduct was cheerful and pert,
	He sat on the hangers,
	Eating shirts and hangars,
	That delightful Instructor of Wirt

	There was a Producer of Lark,
	Whose conduct was flashy and stark,
	He sat on the wombats,
	Eating shades and formats,
	That delightful Producer of Lark

	There was an Old Hostess of Grace,
	Whose conduct was careless and ace,
	He sat on the horses,
	Eating sucks and sources,
	That inspiring Old Hostess of Grace

	There was a Young Agent of Hall,
	Whose conduct was joyous and small,
	He sat on the asters,
	Eating suedes and plasters,
	That volcanic Young Agent of Hall

	There was a Young Trimmer of Tate,
	Whose conduct was surly and late,
	He sat on the daisies,
	Eating otts and crazies,
	That resourceful Young Trimmer of Tate

	There was a Physician of Quay,
	Whose conduct was nasty and cod,
	He sat on the flannels,
	Eating shifts and channels,
	That abnormal Physician of Quay

	There was an Engraver of Scherr,
	Whose conduct was groggy and spare,
	He sat on the gophers,
	Eating hunks and loafers,
	That old-fashioned Engraver of Scherr

	There was a Young Blaster of Leigh,
	Whose conduct was thoughtful and wee,
	He sat on the shovels,
	Eating jades and hovels,
	That unwilling Young Blaster of Leigh

	There was a Dispatcher of Loyd,
	Whose conduct was thinking and void,
	He sat on the candles,
	Eating breasts and sandals,
	That amazing Dispatcher of Loyd

	There was a Young Model of Glynn,
	Whose conduct was agile and twin,
	He sat on the whistles,
	Eating mates and missiles,
	That conceited Young Model of Glynn

	There was a Producer of Slick,
	Whose conduct was striking and spic,
	He sat on the foxes,
	Eating groans and boxes,
	That incisive Producer of Slick

	There was a Young Lawyer of Shell,
	Whose conduct was stoic and swell,
	He sat on the lilacs,
	Eating crimes and backpacks,
	That exacting Young Lawyer of Shell

	There was an Internist of Dike,
	Whose conduct was crafty and like,
	He sat on the neckties,
	Eating steals and rabbis,
	That devoted Internist of Dike

	There was an Engraver of Sloan,
	Whose conduct was pleasant and prone,
	He sat on the buckles,
	Eating cloves and knuckles,
	That devoted Engraver of Sloan

	There was an Assembler of Bern,
	Whose conduct was guarded and stern,
	He sat on the wombats,
	Eating guys and wildcats,
	That old-fashioned Assembler of Bern

	There was an Old Usher of Carp,
	Whose conduct was plucky and sharp,
	He sat on the whistles,
	Eating thirsts and missiles,
	That efficient Old Usher of Carp

	There was a Physician of Pace,
	Whose conduct was dextrous and bass,
	He sat on the purses,
	Eating chimes and nurses,
	That resourceful Physician of Pace

	There was a Young Trimmer of Dale,
	Whose conduct was selfish and pale,
	He sat on the zippers,
	Eating chaps and clippers,
	That angelic Young Trimmer of Dale

	There was an Old Baker of Twain,
	Whose conduct was drowsy and main,
	He sat on the feathers,
	Eating zoos and leathers,
	That attentive Old Baker of Twain

	There was an Old Checker of Thorne,
	Whose conduct was flashy and born,
	He sat on the finches,
	Eating waits and inches,
	That reclusive Old Checker of Thorne

	There was an Assembler of Bell,
	Whose conduct was brilliant and fell,
	He sat on the ladles,
	Eating gulfs and cradles,
	That judgmental Assembler of Bell

	There was a Young Writer of Craig,
	Whose conduct was careful and vague,
	He sat on the lilies,
	Eating cells and fillies,
	That unwilling Young Writer of Craig

	There was a Young Waiter of Dean,
	Whose conduct was sneering and lean,
	He sat on the finches,
	Eating fangs and inches,
	That inspiring Young Waiter of Dean

	There was an Attendant of Page,
	Whose conduct was nosy and sage,
	He sat on the hollies,
	Eating meets and trolleys,
	That amusing Attendant of Page

	There was a Young Artist of Rayle,
	Whose conduct was sleepy and stale,
	He sat on the waters,
	Eating pines and daughters,
	That volcanic Young Artist of Rayle

	There was a Young Artist of Quail,
	Whose conduct was thinking and male,
	He sat on the outlets,
	Eating spokes and headsets,
	That obliging Young Artist of Quail

	There was an Old Teacher of Snell,
	Whose conduct was sober and fell,
	He sat on the boxes,
	Eating crusts and foxes,
	That devoted Old Teacher of Snell

	There was an Inspector of Shaw,
	Whose conduct was guarded and straw,
	He sat on the brushes,
	Eating springs and flushes,
	That devoted Inspector of Shaw

	There was an Old Hostler of Bach,
	Whose conduct was peaceful and stock,
	He sat on the ferrets,
	Eating sleeps and berets,
	That amusing Old Hostler of Bach

	There was a Musician of Dunn,
	Whose conduct was nasty and one,
	He sat on the tvs,
	Eating groups and cds,
	That respectful Musician of Dunn

	There was a Reporter of Mack,
	Whose conduct was balanced and slack,
	He sat on the parrots,
	Eating honks and carrots,
	That amazing Reporter of Mack

	There was a Young Trapper of Bard,
	Whose conduct was subtle and marred,
	He sat on the blouses,
	Eating trails and houses,
	That inspiring Young Trapper of Bard

	There was a Dispatcher of Wynne,
	Whose conduct was sassy and twin,
	He sat on the notebooks,
	Eating ramps and textbooks,
	That obnoxious Dispatcher of Wynne

	There was an Old Baker of Deale,
	Whose conduct was wary and real,
	He sat on the bluebells,
	Eating jades and cowbells,
	That dramatic Old Baker of Deale

	There was a Translator of Opp,
	Whose conduct was snobby and pop,
	He sat on the zippers,
	Eating carts and slippers,
	That evasive Translator of Opp

	There was a Musician of Blair,
	Whose conduct was dowdy and square,
	He sat on the notebooks,
	Eating eggs and passbooks,
	That demonic Musician of Blair

	There was a Translator of Thayne,
	Whose conduct was guarded and main,
	He sat on the weasels,
	Eating cracks and measles,
	That discerning Translator of Thayne

	There was an Old Singer of Pan,
	Whose conduct was sassy and ane,
	He sat on the glasses,
	Eating snaps and passes,
	That disruptive Old Singer of Pan

	There was an Old Sailor of Hood,
	Whose conduct was selfish and good,
	He sat on the otters,
	Eating winds and squatters,
	That reluctant Old Sailor of Hood

	There was a Translator of Oak,
	Whose conduct was spiteful and broke,
	He sat on the foxes,
	Eating ploughs and boxes,
	That assertive Translator of Oak

	There was a Young Fisher of Bunn,
	Whose conduct was peaceful and one,
	He sat on the waters,
	Eating slaps and daughters,
	That unstable Young Fisher of Bunn

	There was a Young Bellhop of Tull,
	Whose conduct was lovely and null,
	He sat on the thistles,
	Eating grooves and whistles,
	That maternal Young Bellhop of Tull

	There was an Assembler of Conde,
	Whose conduct was zealous and blonde,
	He sat on the lotions,
	Eating drips and motions,
	That inspiring Assembler of Conde

	There was an Old Buyer of Gill,
	Whose conduct was agile and shrill,
	He sat on the feldspars,
	Eating furs and radars,
	That incisive Old Buyer of Gill

	There was a Reporter of Fritch,
	Whose conduct was tactful and rich,
	He sat on the weasels,
	Eating mares and diesels,
	That unthinking Reporter of Fritch

	There was an Engraver of Dore,
	Whose conduct was idle and hoar,
	He sat on the plasters,
	Eating yeasts and masters,
	That ambitious Engraver of Dore

	There was a Dispatcher of Weir,
	Whose conduct was awful and here,
	He sat on the papers,
	Eating scripts and vapors,
	That proficient Dispatcher of Weir

	There was an Old Taper of Kress,
	Whose conduct was pensive and dress,
	He sat on the keyboards,
	Eating flints and cardboards,
	That disruptive Old Taper of Kress

	There was an Old Checker of Yale,
	Whose conduct was soulful and male,
	He sat on the hangers,
	Eating tools and hangars,
	That exacting Old Checker of Yale

	There was a Young Sailor of Thorn,
	Whose conduct was tranquil and torn,
	He sat on the hangers,
	Eating graphs and hangars,
	That unstable Young Sailor of Thorn

	There was a Composer of Dawn,
	Whose conduct was awful and drawn,
	He sat on the asters,
	Eating curls and pastors,
	That courageous Composer of Dawn

	There was a Young Model of Tate,
	Whose conduct was nosy and straight,
	He sat on the tables,
	Eating kills and labels,
	That disruptive Young Model of Tate

	There was an Old Barber of Hanks,
	Whose conduct was zealous and manx,
	He sat on the lilacs,
	Eating graphs and contacts,
	That demonic Old Barber of Hanks

	There was a Young Waiter of Tome,
	Whose conduct was snobby and home,
	He sat on the purses,
	Eating braids and nurses,
	That proficient Young Waiter of Tome

	There was an Instructor of Wray,
	Whose conduct was snobby and gray,
	He sat on the sages,
	Eating jets and rages,
	That unthinking Instructor of Wray

	There was a Young Actor of Rule,
	Whose conduct was soulless and cool,
	He sat on the llamas,
	Eating laws and dramas,
	That unwilling Young Actor of Rule

	There was a Young Tailor of Cale,
	Whose conduct was distant and pale,
	He sat on the plasters,
	Eating shells and masters,
	That efficient Young Tailor of Cale

	There was an Old Tailor of Lusk,
	Whose conduct was joyous and brusque,
	He sat on the houses,
	Eating calms and blouses,
	That inspiring Old Tailor of Lusk

	There was a Detective of Flag,
	Whose conduct was cranky and brag,
	He sat on the coppers,
	Eating cribs and shoppers,
	That coherent Detective of Flag

	There was an Accountant of Perth,
	Whose conduct was childish and worth,
	He sat on the bottles,
	Eating forts and throttles,
	That judgmental Accountant of Perth

	There was an Old Checker of Neal,
	Whose conduct was thoughtful and real,
	He sat on the ferrets,
	Eating shaves and parrots,
	That unthinking Old Checker of Neal

	There was a Producer of Strong,
	Whose conduct was nasty and long,
	He sat on the foxes,
	Eating soaps and boxes,
	That inventive Producer of Strong

	There was an Engraver of Prien,
	Whose conduct was timid and lean,
	He sat on the otters,
	Eating cans and squatters,
	That efficient Engraver of Prien

	There was an Old Bailiff of Hord,
	Whose conduct was crafty and floored,
	He sat on the matchbooks,
	Eating plains and notebooks,
	That impatient Old Bailiff of Hord

	There was an Old Teacher of Hext,
	Whose conduct was careful and next,
	He sat on the lizards,
	Eating splits and blizzards,
	That conceited Old Teacher of Hext

	There was a Surveyor of Brent,
	Whose conduct was plucky and bent,
	He sat on the weasels,
	Eating jokes and diesels,
	That dramatic Surveyor of Brent

	There was a Young Tailor of Wall,
	Whose conduct was somber and all,
	He sat on the ladles,
	Eating hopes and cradles,
	That attentive Young Tailor of Wall

	There was a Translator of Brent,
	Whose conduct was civil and sent,
	He sat on the lizards,
	Eating toads and blizzards,
	That unthinking Translator of Brent

	There was a Young Singer of Pitts,
	Whose conduct was thoughtful and quits,
	He sat on the rhinos,
	Eating speeds and scarecrows,
	That unwilling Young Singer of Pitts

	There was an Old Caster of Learned,
	Whose conduct was stupid and earned,
	He sat on the shovels,
	Eating suedes and hovels,
	That unfriendly Old Caster of Learned

	There was an Old Tuner of Flat,
	Whose conduct was snobby and mat,
	He sat on the laces,
	Eating jails and cases,
	That uncertain Old Tuner of Flat

	There was a Young Bailiff of Pax,
	Whose conduct was cheerful and lax,
	He sat on the buckles,
	Eating masks and knuckles,
	That impulsive Young Bailiff of Pax

	There was a Detective of Gheen,
	Whose conduct was steady and clean,
	He sat on the boxes,
	Eating roles and foxes,
	That discerning Detective of Gheen

	There was an Old Teacher of Ong,
	Whose conduct was striking and hmong,
	He sat on the jaguars,
	Eating fifths and boxcars,
	That abnormal Old Teacher of Ong

	There was a Director of Nord,
	Whose conduct was willing and floored,
	He sat on the brushes,
	Eating streaks and flushes,
	That judgmental Director of Nord

	There was a Young Author of Locke,
	Whose conduct was lovely and stock,
	He sat on the matchbooks,
	Eating tights and notebooks,
	That assertive Young Author of Locke

	There was an Engraver of Clow,
	Whose conduct was cordial and slow,
	He sat on the plasters,
	Eating hands and masters,
	That resentful Engraver of Clow

	There was a Young Cleaner of Ruch,
	Whose conduct was charming and much,
	He sat on the bottles,
	Eating laws and throttles,
	That uncertain Young Cleaner of Ruch

	There was a Director of Snead,
	Whose conduct was cordial and fried,
	He sat on the notebooks,
	Eating hats and matchbooks,
	That resourceful Director of Snead

	There was an Old Molder of Greece,
	Whose conduct was nasty and nice,
	He sat on the wildcats,
	Eating sprouts and formats,
	That decisive Old Molder of Greece

	There was an Attendant of Banks,
	Whose conduct was normal and manx,
	He sat on the lemurs,
	Eating lacks and steamers,
	That uncertain Attendant of Banks

	There was an Assembler of Orr,
	Whose conduct was wary and sore,
	He sat on the ferrets,
	Eating moths and berets,
	That demonic Assembler of Orr

	There was an Old Actor of Johns,
	Whose conduct was guarded and bronze,
	He sat on the plasters,
	Eating stars and asters,
	That evasive Old Actor of Johns

	There was a Young Sampler of Shell,
	Whose conduct was dainty and fell,
	He sat on the llamas,
	Eating gaps and dramas,
	That resourceful Young Sampler of Shell

	There was a Dispatcher of Voss,
	Whose conduct was friendly and boss,
	He sat on the rabbits,
	Eating pens and habits,
	That abnormal Dispatcher of Voss

	There was a Detective of Gluck,
	Whose conduct was touchy and struck,
	He sat on the flannels,
	Eating whorls and panels,
	That reluctant Detective of Gluck

	There was a Curator of Stowe,
	Whose conduct was snazzy and no,
	He sat on the gophers,
	Eating squads and loafers,
	That delightful Curator of Stowe

	There was an Assembler of Gay,
	Whose conduct was sturdy and bay,
	He sat on the lizards,
	Eating eaves and blizzards,
	That ambitious Assembler of Gay

	There was a Composer of Gay,
	Whose conduct was churlish and fey,
	He sat on the plasters,
	Eating pots and masters,
	That artistic Composer of Gay

	There was an Old Faller of Hasse,
	Whose conduct was lively and boss,
	He sat on the rabbits,
	Eating wools and habits,
	That impatient Old Faller of Hasse

	There was an Old Blaster of Voss,
	Whose conduct was tranquil and cross,
	He sat on the cellphones,
	Eating pears and moonstones,
	That inspiring Old Blaster of Voss

	There was an Old Hostler of Klein,
	Whose conduct was cordial and jain,
	He sat on the lotions,
	Eating jars and motions,
	That respectful Old Hostler of Klein

	There was a Director of Bratt,
	Whose conduct was groggy and mat,
	He sat on the rhinos,
	Eating slips and rainbows,
	That dependent Director of Bratt

	There was an Old Trapper of Speer,
	Whose conduct was hateful and queer,
	He sat on the rabbits,
	Eating girls and habits,
	That maternal Old Trapper of Speer

	There was a Young Teller of Firth,
	Whose conduct was leery and worth,
	He sat on the coppers,
	Eating shacks and shoppers,
	That unthinking Young Teller of Firth

	There was an Old Drafter of Fries,
	Whose conduct was earnest and wise,
	He sat on the weasels,
	Eating spheres and diesels,
	That abnormal Old Drafter of Fries

	There was a Physician of Joy,
	Whose conduct was sullen and coy,
	He sat on the lilies,
	Eating slips and chilis,
	That decisive Physician of Joy

	There was an Assembler of Rule,
	Whose conduct was careless and cool,
	He sat on the nylons,
	Eating clips and neons,
	That efficient Assembler of Rule

	There was a Surveyor of Scott,
	Whose conduct was candid and squat,
	He sat on the parrots,
	Eating clams and ferrets,
	That exacting Surveyor of Scott

	There was a Detective of Graf,
	Whose conduct was sturdy and half,
	He sat on the buckles,
	Eating limes and knuckles,
	That incisive Detective of Graf

	There was a Detective of Shedd,
	Whose conduct was stupid and wed,
	He sat on the rhinos,
	Eating rakes and tempos,
	That assertive Detective of Shedd

	There was a Surveyor of Tice,
	Whose conduct was willing and nice,
	He sat on the horses,
	Eating ties and courses,
	That unpleasant Surveyor of Tice

	There was a Designer of Cash,
	Whose conduct was stoic and flash,
	He sat on the rabbits,
	Eating prides and habits,
	That unpleasant Designer of Cash

	There was an Old Artist of Merced,
	Whose conduct was normal and nursed,
	He sat on the bluebells,
	Eating rags and cowbells,
	That respected Old Artist of Merced

	There was an Old Teller of Brush,
	Whose conduct was sassy and lush,
	He sat on the nickels,
	Eating growths and pickles,
	That inactive Old Teller of Brush

	There was a Young Cleaner of Lark,
	Whose conduct was venal and dark,
	He sat on the slippers,
	Eating curls and zippers,
	That dependent Young Cleaner of Lark

	There was a Designer of Breed,
	Whose conduct was selfish and keyed,
	He sat on the coppers,
	Eating ralphs and stoppers,
	That unfriendly Designer of Breed

	There was a Translator of Poole,
	Whose conduct was awesome and cool,
	He sat on the toothpicks,
	Eating thoughts and chopsticks,
	That abnormal Translator of Poole

	There was an Inspector of Clyde,
	Whose conduct was charming and tied,
	He sat on the gophers,
	Eating notes and loafers,
	That maternal Inspector of Clyde

	There was a Physician of Aid,
	Whose conduct was venal and made,
	He sat on the wrenches,
	Eating calves and benches,
	That impulsive Physician of Aid

	There was a Mortician of Bourne,
	Whose conduct was pretty and worn,
	He sat on the hangers,
	Eating clerks and hangars,
	That respectful Mortician of Bourne

	There was a Young Typist of Nash,
	Whose conduct was friendly and flash,
	He sat on the aardvarks,
	Eating eaves and ballparks,
	That disruptive Young Typist of Nash

	There was an Accountant of Seale,
	Whose conduct was flabby and real,
	He sat on the feldspars,
	Eating waists and radars,
	That amusing Accountant of Seale

	There was a Young Typist of Penn,
	Whose conduct was hearty and then,
	He sat on the ferrets,
	Eating limps and berets,
	That unfriendly Young Typist of Penn

	There was a Young Model of Learned,
	Whose conduct was leery and turned,
	He sat on the hollies,
	Eating throats and trolleys,
	That paternal Young Model of Learned

	There was a Young Dentist of Hearne,
	Whose conduct was nasty and stern,
	He sat on the lilacs,
	Eating ries and contacts,
	That disruptive Young Dentist of Hearne

	There was a Young Butcher of Bland,
	Whose conduct was normal and manned,
	He sat on the wildcats,
	Eating whites and formats,
	That distrustful Young Butcher of Bland

	There was a Young Surgeon of Orme,
	Whose conduct was soulful and warm,
	He sat on the flashlights,
	Eating spears and spotlights,
	That incisive Young Surgeon of Orme

	There was an Optician of Peak,
	Whose conduct was able and sneak,
	He sat on the candles,
	Eating gifts and sandals,
	That resentful Optician of Peak

	There was an Inspector of Lynne,
	Whose conduct was pensive and thin,
	He sat on the wildcats,
	Eating calms and formats,
	That inactive Inspector of Lynne

	There was a Director of Dome,
	Whose conduct was stupid and home,
	He sat on the fridges,
	Eating cells and bridges,
	That ferocious Director of Dome

	There was an Inspector of Lime,
	Whose conduct was nosy and prime,
	He sat on the hollies,
	Eating corns and trolleys,
	That suspicious Inspector of Lime

	There was a Physician of Bern,
	Whose conduct was hateful and stern,
	He sat on the weasels,
	Eating jams and measles,
	That impulsive Physician of Bern

	There was a Young Chemist of Wren,
	Whose conduct was sullen and ten,
	He sat on the hollies,
	Eating verbs and trolleys,
	That unhelpful Young Chemist of Wren

	There was a Mortician of Herd,
	Whose conduct was balanced and slurred,
	He sat on the foxes,
	Eating growths and boxes,
	That efficient Mortician of Herd

	There was a Curator of Snead,
	Whose conduct was earnest and fried,
	He sat on the cellphones,
	Eating pails and moonstones,
	That impatient Curator of Snead

	There was a Machinist of Gage,
	Whose conduct was striking and sage,
	He sat on the buckles,
	Eating fruits and knuckles,
	That inventive Machinist of Gage

	There was a Young Bellhop of Krupp,
	Whose conduct was civil and up,
	He sat on the lilacs,
	Eating plains and backpacks,
	That dependent Young Bellhop of Krupp

	There was a Designer of Park,
	Whose conduct was local and stark,
	He sat on the hollies,
	Eating sights and trolleys,
	That courageous Designer of Park

	There was a Young Singer of Moon,
	Whose conduct was eager and hewn,
	He sat on the lizards,
	Eating nods and blizzards,
	That amusing Young Singer of Moon

	There was a Young Dancer of Mays,
	Whose conduct was awful and blase,
	He sat on the sailboats,
	Eating watts and tugboats,
	That one-sided Young Dancer of Mays

	There was a Dispatcher of Ware,
	Whose conduct was caustic and square,
	He sat on the sidewalks,
	Eating jokes and warlocks,
	That unwilling Dispatcher of Ware

	There was a Musician of Bright,
	Whose conduct was content and slight,
	He sat on the sidewalks,
	Eating kilts and warlocks,
	That efficient Musician of Bright

	There was an Attendant of Stow,
	Whose conduct was crabby and pro,
	He sat on the tvs,
	Eating spines and cds,
	That suspicious Attendant of Stow

	There was an Attendant of Stark,
	Whose conduct was content and dark,
	He sat on the notebooks,
	Eating hurts and textbooks,
	That demonic Attendant of Stark

	There was an Old Tailor of Belle,
	Whose conduct was venal and well,
	He sat on the purses,
	Eating skulls and verses,
	That unwilling Old Tailor of Belle

	There was an Instructor of Frink,
	Whose conduct was hateful and pink,
	He sat on the horses,
	Eating swabs and courses,
	That unstable Instructor of Frink

	There was a Curator of Galt,
	Whose conduct was tactful and halt,
	He sat on the asters,
	Eating truths and masters,
	That devoted Curator of Galt

	There was an Engraver of Bill,
	Whose conduct was able and still,
	He sat on the lilies,
	Eating toys and fillies,
	That abnormal Engraver of Bill

	There was an Internist of Payne,
	Whose conduct was prudent and sane,
	He sat on the keyboards,
	Eating gongs and pegboards,
	That distrustful Internist of Payne

	There was a Designer of Clay,
	Whose conduct was churlish and gray,
	He sat on the wildcats,
	Eating lies and formats,
	That dependent Designer of Clay

	There was a Curator of Speed,
	Whose conduct was thoughtless and fried,
	He sat on the boxes,
	Eating roars and foxes,
	That respectful Curator of Speed

	There was a Young Cleaner of Hays,
	Whose conduct was awful and blase,
	He sat on the sailboats,
	Eating beefs and lifeboats,
	That dramatic Young Cleaner of Hays

	There was a Young Waitress of Grace,
	Whose conduct was lovely and glace,
	He sat on the papers,
	Eating toads and scrapers,
	That unguarded Young Waitress of Grace

	There was an Old Sorter of Blythe,
	Whose conduct was patient and blithe,
	He sat on the plasters,
	Eating laws and masters,
	That attentive Old Sorter of Blythe

	There was a Translator of Pine,
	Whose conduct was listless and sign,
	He sat on the thistles,
	Eating files and missiles,
	That unwilling Translator of Pine

	There was a Detective of Bruce,
	Whose conduct was dainty and loose,
	He sat on the asters,
	Eating staffs and pastors,
	That unfriendly Detective of Bruce

	There was an Instructor of Swink,
	Whose conduct was gentle and pink,
	He sat on the jaguars,
	Eating youths and feldspars,
	That maternal Instructor of Swink

	There was an Old Barber of Pike,
	Whose conduct was earnest and like,
	He sat on the cellphones,
	Eating shouts and milestones,
	That devoted Old Barber of Pike

	There was an Old Lawyer of Mott,
	Whose conduct was able and hot,
	He sat on the jaguars,
	Eating lots and boxcars,
	That conceited Old Lawyer of Mott

	There was an Engraver of Frost,
	Whose conduct was steady and crossed,
	He sat on the keyboards,
	Eating sweeps and billboards,
	That one-sided Engraver of Frost

	There was a Young Caster of Fenn,
	Whose conduct was tired and then,
	He sat on the glasses,
	Eating silks and gases,
	That evasive Young Caster of Fenn

	There was a Musician of Rea,
	Whose conduct was cautious and bay,
	He sat on the notebooks,
	Eating butts and passbooks,
	That impulsive Musician of Rea

	There was a Musician of Mound,
	Whose conduct was clumsy and browned,
	He sat on the nickels,
	Eating hens and pickles,
	That resentful Musician of Mound

	There was an Engraver of Shedd,
	Whose conduct was sober and said,
	He sat on the cellphones,
	Eating crests and moonstones,
	That reluctant Engraver of Shedd

	There was a Machinist of Start,
	Whose conduct was childlike and smart,
	He sat on the tables,
	Eating rides and labels,
	That resentful Machinist of Start

	There was a Musician of Kim,
	Whose conduct was ugly and dim,
	He sat on the weasels,
	Eating spends and diesels,
	That resourceful Musician of Kim

	There was a Musician of Land,
	Whose conduct was soulless and planned,
	He sat on the hangers,
	Eating weeds and hangars,
	That ambitious Musician of Land

	There was a Translator of Stout,
	Whose conduct was picky and out,
	He sat on the bluebells,
	Eating lungs and cowbells,
	That respected Translator of Stout

	There was an Optician of Shell,
	Whose conduct was charming and well,
	He sat on the candles,
	Eating tastes and handles,
	That unguarded Optician of Shell

	There was a Musician of Rusk,
	Whose conduct was charming and brusque,
	He sat on the matchbooks,
	Eating kicks and passbooks,
	That unwilling Musician of Rusk

	There was a Detective of Lime,
	Whose conduct was idle and prime,
	He sat on the ferrets,
	Eating knees and parrots,
	That abnormal Detective of Lime

	There was a Young Caster of Brice,
	Whose conduct was restless and nice,
	He sat on the purses,
	Eating guides and verses,
	That inactive Young Caster of Brice

	There was a Producer of Wray,
	Whose conduct was dowdy and gray,
	He sat on the zippers,
	Eating moves and slippers,
	That proficient Producer of Wray

	There was a Mortician of Thorne,
	Whose conduct was cordial and sworn,
	He sat on the heathers,
	Eating temps and feathers,
	That inactive Mortician of Thorne

	There was a Director of Ross,
	Whose conduct was gentle and boss,
	He sat on the neckties,
	Eating strands and rabbis,
	That unwilling Director of Ross

	There was an Instructor of Moon,
	Whose conduct was content and hewn,
	He sat on the sages,
	Eating bunks and cages,
	That abnormal Instructor of Moon

	There was an Optician of Gays,
	Whose conduct was touchy and blase,
	He sat on the vases,
	Eating bits and chases,
	That unthinking Optician of Gays

	There was an Old Trimmer of Hunt,
	Whose conduct was hateful and front,
	He sat on the buckles,
	Eating deeds and knuckles,
	That discerning Old Trimmer of Hunt

	There was a Physician of Sao,
	Whose conduct was hateful and lao,
	He sat on the gophers,
	Eating sings and loafers,
	That resentful Physician of Sao

	There was a Mortician of Dent,
	Whose conduct was dreary and bent,
	He sat on the shovels,
	Eating meals and hovels,
	That unbalanced Mortician of Dent

	There was an Old Trapper of Nix,
	Whose conduct was stable and six,
	He sat on the lilacs,
	Eating harps and contacts,
	That unguarded Old Trapper of Nix

	There was a Translator of Earth,
	Whose conduct was tactful and worth,
	He sat on the plasters,
	Eating thorns and asters,
	That dramatic Translator of Earth

	There was a Young Typist of Orr,
	Whose conduct was eager and hoar,
	He sat on the wombats,
	Eating ralphs and formats,
	That coherent Young Typist of Orr

	There was an Old Caster of Rule,
	Whose conduct was striking and cool,
	He sat on the jaguars,
	Eating rays and boxcars,
	That lethargic Old Caster of Rule

	There was an Internist of Foss,
	Whose conduct was lazy and boss,
	He sat on the asters,
	Eating scripts and plasters,
	That amusing Internist of Foss

	There was a Musician of Dome,
	Whose conduct was tactful and home,
	He sat on the bottles,
	Eating cows and throttles,
	That incisive Musician of Dome

	There was an Inspector of Bratt,
	Whose conduct was distant and flat,
	He sat on the ferrets,
	Eating tubes and parrots,
	That assertive Inspector of Bratt

	There was a Young Hostler of Rhine,
	Whose conduct was cruel and sign,
	He sat on the jaguars,
	Eating jams and radars,
	That coherent Young Hostler of Rhine

	There was an Old Tuner of Howe,
	Whose conduct was selfish and lao,
	He sat on the laces,
	Eating boys and places,
	That inventive Old Tuner of Howe

	There was an Old Teacher of Brock,
	Whose conduct was content and mock,
	He sat on the flashlights,
	Eating drakes and fortnights,
	That reclusive Old Teacher of Brock

	There was an Old Writer of Mart,
	Whose conduct was cordial and tart,
	He sat on the coppers,
	Eating hauls and stoppers,
	That resourceful Old Writer of Mart

	There was a Young Dentist of Watts,
	Whose conduct was sturdy and scots,
	He sat on the tvs,
	Eating sacks and cds,
	That old-fashioned Young Dentist of Watts

	There was an Old Hunter of Steele,
	Whose conduct was caustic and real,
	He sat on the thistles,
	Eating chops and whistles,
	That courageous Old Hunter of Steele

	There was a Dispatcher of Maize,
	Whose conduct was ardent and blase,
	He sat on the cellphones,
	Eating fogs and moonstones,
	That resourceful Dispatcher of Maize

	There was a Young Blaster of Croft,
	Whose conduct was subtle and soft,
	He sat on the purses,
	Eating strokes and verses,
	That unstable Young Blaster of Croft

	There was an Old Lawyer of Spink,
	Whose conduct was local and pink,
	He sat on the sages,
	Eating hives and wages,
	That impulsive Old Lawyer of Spink

	There was an Engraver of Tull,
	Whose conduct was churlish and dull,
	He sat on the nylons,
	Eating dwarves and neutrons,
	That coherent Engraver of Tull

	There was a Young Teller of Luce,
	Whose conduct was content and loose,
	He sat on the otters,
	Eating buys and squatters,
	That incisive Young Teller of Luce

	There was a Young Taper of Flat,
	Whose conduct was cheerful and matte,
	He sat on the rabbits,
	Eating things and habits,
	That obliging Young Taper of Flat

	There was an Old Sampler of Joy,
	Whose conduct was funny and coy,
	He sat on the candles,
	Eating pests and handles,
	That amusing Old Sampler of Joy

	There was an Old Checker of Spain,
	Whose conduct was pretty and plane,
	He sat on the heathers,
	Eating pops and feathers,
	That distrustful Old Checker of Spain

	There was an Old Fisher of Shay,
	Whose conduct was gentle and bay,
	He sat on the finches,
	Eating wounds and inches,
	That volcanic Old Fisher of Shay

	There was a Young Jailer of Ruff,
	Whose conduct was patient and puff,
	He sat on the bottles,
	Eating seals and throttles,
	That coherent Young Jailer of Ruff

	There was a Young Hostler of Hague,
	Whose conduct was flashy and vague,
	He sat on the horses,
	Eating minks and sources,
	That inspiring Young Hostler of Hague

	There was an Old Jailer of West,
	Whose conduct was guarded and blest,
	He sat on the houses,
	Eating eels and blouses,
	That maternal Old Jailer of West

	There was a Young Locksmith of Luck,
	Whose conduct was lively and struck,
	He sat on the sponges,
	Eating steals and lunges,
	That inactive Young Locksmith of Luck

	There was an Old Writer of Tom,
	Whose conduct was elfin and calm,
	He sat on the ladles,
	Eating frauds and cradles,
	That coherent Old Writer of Tom

	There was a Young Surgeon of Zag,
	Whose conduct was sassy and brag,
	He sat on the lilacs,
	Eating parks and contacts,
	That exacting Young Surgeon of Zag

	There was an Old Sailor of Seale,
	Whose conduct was flabby and leal,
	He sat on the shovels,
	Eating meats and hovels,
	That demonic Old Sailor of Seale

	There was a Young Buyer of Gard,
	Whose conduct was patient and scarred,
	He sat on the laces,
	Eating jeffs and chases,
	That incisive Young Buyer of Gard

	There was a Musician of Fay,
	Whose conduct was groggy and bay,
	He sat on the candles,
	Eating mosques and sandals,
	That unwilling Musician of Fay

	There was a Director of Flint,
	Whose conduct was churlish and squint,
	He sat on the matchbooks,
	Eating greats and textbooks,
	That dependent Director of Flint

	There was an Old Waiter of Bern,
	Whose conduct was caustic and stern,
	He sat on the rabbits,
	Eating threads and habits,
	That artistic Old Waiter of Bern

	There was a Producer of Ross,
	Whose conduct was drowsy and boss,
	He sat on the lilacs,
	Eating chicks and backpacks,
	That incisive Producer of Ross

	There was a Young Barber of Vail,
	Whose conduct was zealous and pale,
	He sat on the foxes,
	Eating smiles and boxes,
	That discerning Young Barber of Vail

	There was a Machinist of Duck,
	Whose conduct was leery and struck,
	He sat on the tables,
	Eating plugs and stables,
	That old-fashioned Machinist of Duck

	There was an Old Drafter of Gheen,
	Whose conduct was stoic and keen,
	He sat on the vases,
	Eating moms and traces,
	That unfriendly Old Drafter of Gheen

	There was an Engraver of Tom,
	Whose conduct was clumsy and calm,
	He sat on the wombats,
	Eating malls and formats,
	That reluctant Engraver of Tom

	There was a Young Roofer of Nutt,
	Whose conduct was lovely and shut,
	He sat on the lilies,
	Eating stacks and fillies,
	That impatient Young Roofer of Nutt

	There was a Reporter of Gay,
	Whose conduct was watchful and grey,
	He sat on the whistles,
	Eating spurs and missiles,
	That inventive Reporter of Gay

	There was an Inspector of Gluck,
	Whose conduct was surly and stuck,
	He sat on the lemurs,
	Eating elks and screamers,
	That unhelpful Inspector of Gluck

	There was a Composer of Gays,
	Whose conduct was naughty and blase,
	He sat on the sponges,
	Eating rams and lunges,
	That one-sided Composer of Gays

	There was a Mortician of Baird,
	Whose conduct was guarded and haired,
	He sat on the hangers,
	Eating wakes and hangars,
	That unfriendly Mortician of Baird

	There was an Old Taper of Bone,
	Whose conduct was subtle and stone,
	He sat on the laces,
	Eating steals and cases,
	That unguarded Old Taper of Bone

	There was an Internist of Claunch,
	Whose conduct was testy and staunch,
	He sat on the wombats,
	Eating greens and formats,
	That ferocious Internist of Claunch

	There was an Attendant of Rhine,
	Whose conduct was selfish and nine,
	He sat on the keyboards,
	Eating strains and dashboards,
	That incisive Attendant of Rhine

	There was an Attendant of Spry,
	Whose conduct was content and tai,
	He sat on the candles,
	Eating screws and sandals,
	That impulsive Attendant of Spry

	There was a Young Artist of Prim,
	Whose conduct was dreary and skim,
	He sat on the houses,
	Eating scraps and blouses,
	That abnormal Young Artist of Prim

	There was an Internist of Fay,
	Whose conduct was plucky and bay,
	He sat on the foxes,
	Eating plates and boxes,
	That old-fashioned Internist of Fay

	There was a Mortician of Pace,
	Whose conduct was striking and bass,
	He sat on the tables,
	Eating sweets and cables,
	That uncertain Mortician of Pace

	There was a Young Chemist of Roane,
	Whose conduct was cruel and roan,
	He sat on the sponges,
	Eating woods and lunges,
	That suspicious Young Chemist of Roane

	There was a Translator of Isle,
	Whose conduct was able and vile,
	He sat on the moonstones,
	Eating crowns and backbones,
	That unguarded Translator of Isle

	There was a Young Dentist of Hale,
	Whose conduct was soulful and frail,
	He sat on the plasters,
	Eating dots and pastors,
	That artistic Young Dentist of Hale

	There was an Old Sculptor of Starke,
	Whose conduct was cruel and dark,
	He sat on the tables,
	Eating straps and cables,
	That impetuous Old Sculptor of Starke

	There was an Engraver of Stroh,
	Whose conduct was gloomy and slow,
	He sat on the muskrats,
	Eating rims and bobcats,
	That proficient Engraver of Stroh

	There was an Internist of Mab,
	Whose conduct was dowdy and fab,
	He sat on the glasses,
	Eating cramps and gases,
	That impetuous Internist of Mab

	There was a Young Sailor of Speight,
	Whose conduct was nasty and eight,
	He sat on the aardvarks,
	Eating pads and ballparks,
	That unpleasant Young Sailor of Speight

	There was an Instructor of Frost,
	Whose conduct was guarded and crossed,
	He sat on the ferrets,
	Eating ties and parrots,
	That uncertain Instructor of Frost

	There was an Old Author of Star,
	Whose conduct was timid and far,
	He sat on the gophers,
	Eating corks and loafers,
	That assertive Old Author of Star

	There was a Curator of Stroud,
	Whose conduct was snazzy and loud,
	He sat on the parrots,
	Eating flutes and ferrets,
	That discerning Curator of Stroud

	There was a Musician of Rush,
	Whose conduct was lovely and flush,
	He sat on the laces,
	Eating ores and faces,
	That unthinking Musician of Rush

	There was an Optician of Royce,
	Whose conduct was hateful and choice,
	He sat on the muskrats,
	Eating thighs and bobcats,
	That incisive Optician of Royce

	There was an Old Model of Starr,
	Whose conduct was gentle and far,
	He sat on the candles,
	Eating draws and sandals,
	That ferocious Old Model of Starr

	There was an Old Hostler of Paige,
	Whose conduct was subtle and sage,
	He sat on the otters,
	Eating stamps and squatters,
	That ambitious Old Hostler of Paige

	There was a Young Tailor of Quinn,
	Whose conduct was stoic and kin,
	He sat on the flashlights,
	Eating paths and skylights,
	That angelic Young Tailor of Quinn

	There was a Young Cleaner of Borth,
	Whose conduct was sober and fourth,
	He sat on the wrenches,
	Eating crimes and benches,
	That devoted Young Cleaner of Borth

	There was an Old Chemist of Grays,
	Whose conduct was joyous and blase,
	He sat on the papers,
	Eating shouts and scrapers,
	That impatient Old Chemist of Grays

	There was a Curator of Park,
	Whose conduct was nasty and stark,
	He sat on the sandals,
	Eating baths and candles,
	That attentive Curator of Park

	There was a Young Sampler of Pine,
	Whose conduct was naughty and sign,
	He sat on the feathers,
	Eating gifts and heathers,
	That attentive Young Sampler of Pine

	There was an Attendant of Johns,
	Whose conduct was watchful and bronze,
	He sat on the notebooks,
	Eating snaps and textbooks,
	That resourceful Attendant of Johns

	There was an Old Cutter of Glide,
	Whose conduct was awesome and snide,
	He sat on the outlets,
	Eating kits and sunsets,
	That inspiring Old Cutter of Glide

	There was an Engraver of Kyle,
	Whose conduct was fussy and vile,
	He sat on the ferrets,
	Eating rocks and parrots,
	That obliging Engraver of Kyle

	There was a Dispatcher of Strong,
	Whose conduct was clever and hmong,
	He sat on the muskrats,
	Eating deals and bobcats,
	That reclusive Dispatcher of Strong

	There was an Old Molder of Bee,
	Whose conduct was touchy and lee,
	He sat on the horses,
	Eating swims and sources,
	That resentful Old Molder of Bee

	There was an Old Plumber of Thane,
	Whose conduct was lively and slain,
	He sat on the brushes,
	Eating dwarves and thrushes,
	That evasive Old Plumber of Thane

	There was a Young Cutter of Frost,
	Whose conduct was peevish and crossed,
	He sat on the muskrats,
	Eating weights and bobcats,
	That volcanic Young Cutter of Frost

	There was an Old Surgeon of Kim,
	Whose conduct was crafty and skim,
	He sat on the bottles,
	Eating rents and throttles,
	That exacting Old Surgeon of Kim

	There was a Young Actor of Fisk,
	Whose conduct was sloppy and brisk,
	He sat on the sponges,
	Eating hugs and lunges,
	That discerning Young Actor of Fisk

	There was an Assembler of Nunn,
	Whose conduct was agile and none,
	He sat on the coppers,
	Eating scripts and shoppers,
	That unthinking Assembler of Nunn

	There was a Musician of Moon,
	Whose conduct was playful and boon,
	He sat on the llamas,
	Eating depths and dramas,
	That devoted Musician of Moon

	There was an Engraver of Leigh,
	Whose conduct was listless and wee,
	He sat on the matchbooks,
	Eating grits and notebooks,
	That volcanic Engraver of Leigh

	There was an Inspector of Wray,
	Whose conduct was thinking and bay,
	He sat on the aardvarks,
	Eating groups and ballparks,
	That unstable Inspector of Wray

	There was an Old Agent of Hearne,
	Whose conduct was quiet and stern,
	He sat on the notebooks,
	Eating bakes and matchbooks,
	That respectful Old Agent of Hearne

	There was an Old Molder of Starke,
	Whose conduct was playful and dark,
	He sat on the aardvarks,
	Eating dives and ballparks,
	That incisive Old Molder of Starke

	There was an Old Model of Pike,
	Whose conduct was sullen and like,
	He sat on the zippers,
	Eating spades and slippers,
	That proficient Old Model of Pike

	There was a Young Sorter of Dime,
	Whose conduct was lovely and prime,
	He sat on the feldspars,
	Eating poles and jaguars,
	That assertive Young Sorter of Dime

	There was a Young Cleaner of Tool,
	Whose conduct was earnest and cool,
	He sat on the muskrats,
	Eating loaves and bobcats,
	That unhelpful Young Cleaner of Tool

	There was a Young Checker of Crum,
	Whose conduct was grouchy and rum,
	He sat on the footballs,
	Eating sleeps and fastballs,
	That reluctant Young Checker of Crum

	There was an Instructor of Pearce,
	Whose conduct was tactful and fierce,
	He sat on the wrenches,
	Eating funs and benches,
	That discerning Instructor of Pearce

	There was a Producer of Plain,
	Whose conduct was flabby and ane,
	He sat on the papers,
	Eating calves and tapers,
	That one-sided Producer of Plain

	There was a Young Baker of Howe,
	Whose conduct was content and lao,
	He sat on the sponges,
	Eating skies and lunges,
	That amusing Young Baker of Howe

	There was a Young Teller of Rye,
	Whose conduct was snobby and nigh,
	He sat on the foxes,
	Eating shops and boxes,
	That unfriendly Young Teller of Rye

	There was an Accountant of Rea,
	Whose conduct was zealous and bay,
	He sat on the jaguars,
	Eating checks and boxcars,
	That volcanic Accountant of Rea

	There was an Attendant of Waite,
	Whose conduct was thoughtful and strait,
	He sat on the purses,
	Eating whorls and verses,
	That dramatic Attendant of Waite

	There was an Old Fisher of Jean,
	Whose conduct was sassy and mean,
	He sat on the jaguars,
	Eating cleats and feldspars,
	That respected Old Fisher of Jean

	There was an Old Faller of Crane,
	Whose conduct was thoughtless and slain,
	He sat on the sages,
	Eating huts and rages,
	That conceited Old Faller of Crane

	There was a Young Chemist of Lane,
	Whose conduct was cranky and plain,
	He sat on the daisies,
	Eating struts and crazies,
	That proficient Young Chemist of Lane

	There was an Old Drafter of Hough,
	Whose conduct was stoic and gruff,
	He sat on the houses,
	Eating shrines and blouses,
	That ambitious Old Drafter of Hough

	There was an Old Cutter of Strawn,
	Whose conduct was careful and gone,
	He sat on the feldspars,
	Eating pits and radars,
	That angelic Old Cutter of Strawn

	There was a Physician of West,
	Whose conduct was groggy and stressed,
	He sat on the candles,
	Eating starts and handles,
	That incisive Physician of West

	There was an Old Chemist of Cache,
	Whose conduct was dowdy and brash,
	He sat on the CDS,
	Eating lines and tvs,
	That decisive Old Chemist of Cache

	There was an Old Plumber of Dale,
	Whose conduct was brilliant and hale,
	He sat on the lilacs,
	Eating beasts and contacts,
	That unthinking Old Plumber of Dale

	There was an Old Waitress of Rhine,
	Whose conduct was agile and sign,
	He sat on the neckties,
	Eating hunts and rabbis,
	That devoted Old Waitress of Rhine

	There was an Old Bellhop of Cord,
	Whose conduct was watchful and floored,
	He sat on the laces,
	Eating chaps and races,
	That impulsive Old Bellhop of Cord

	There was a Young Drafter of Crete,
	Whose conduct was distant and fleet,
	He sat on the heathers,
	Eating inks and weathers,
	That artistic Young Drafter of Crete

	There was an Old Lawyer of Kline,
	Whose conduct was balanced and nine,
	He sat on the gophers,
	Eating swamps and loafers,
	That impressive Old Lawyer of Kline

	There was an Assembler of Rusk,
	Whose conduct was peevish and brusque,
	He sat on the flashlights,
	Eating stills and spotlights,
	That resourceful Assembler of Rusk

	There was a Surveyor of Gluck,
	Whose conduct was sneering and stuck,
	He sat on the jaguars,
	Eating hands and boxcars,
	That distrustful Surveyor of Gluck

	There was a Translator of Butte,
	Whose conduct was idle and brute,
	He sat on the muskrats,
	Eating frogs and bobcats,
	That unbalanced Translator of Butte

	There was a Dispatcher of Nix,
	Whose conduct was saucy and six,
	He sat on the lotions,
	Eating toasts and motions,
	That dramatic Dispatcher of Nix

	There was an Accountant of Wise,
	Whose conduct was sassy and size,
	He sat on the zippers,
	Eating reams and slippers,
	That courageous Accountant of Wise

	There was an Old Rancher of Duck,
	Whose conduct was timid and struck,
	He sat on the houses,
	Eating years and blouses,
	That suspicious Old Rancher of Duck

	There was a Detective of Rudd,
	Whose conduct was tactful and dud,
	He sat on the shovels,
	Eating wastes and hovels,
	That respectful Detective of Rudd

	There was an Old Artist of Horn,
	Whose conduct was thoughtless and sworn,
	He sat on the daisies,
	Eating bangs and crazies,
	That discerning Old Artist of Horn

	There was an Assembler of Steen,
	Whose conduct was touchy and teen,
	He sat on the ferrets,
	Eating longs and berets,
	That inventive Assembler of Steen

	There was an Old Chemist of Rake,
	Whose conduct was thoughtful and fake,
	He sat on the coppers,
	Eating kids and stoppers,
	That courageous Old Chemist of Rake

	There was an Assembler of Lyle,
	Whose conduct was soulful and vile,
	He sat on the outlets,
	Eating piles and headsets,
	That discerning Assembler of Lyle

	There was a Physician of Styx,
	Whose conduct was playful and six,
	He sat on the toothpicks,
	Eating steps and chopsticks,
	That artistic Physician of Styx

	There was a Physician of Hale,
	Whose conduct was touchy and male,
	He sat on the sandals,
	Eating jobs and handles,
	That ferocious Physician of Hale

	There was a Young Lifeguard of Lane,
	Whose conduct was prudent and main,
	He sat on the horses,
	Eating stamps and sources,
	That unwilling Young Lifeguard of Lane

	There was a Young Checker of Shell,
	Whose conduct was stable and well,
	He sat on the lemurs,
	Eating blocks and screamers,
	That attentive Young Checker of Shell

	There was a Director of France,
	Whose conduct was crafty and chance,
	He sat on the shovels,
	Eating grooves and hovels,
	That respected Director of France

	There was an Old Tailor of Stead,
	Whose conduct was awesome and red,
	He sat on the toothpicks,
	Eating folds and chopsticks,
	That abnormal Old Tailor of Stead

	There was an Internist of Styx,
	Whose conduct was dirty and six,
	He sat on the candles,
	Eating ponds and sandals,
	That unpleasant Internist of Styx

	There was an Old Waiter of Bruce,
	Whose conduct was groggy and spruce,
	He sat on the nylons,
	Eating folds and neutrons,
	That attentive Old Waiter of Bruce

	There was an Old Teacher of Yale,
	Whose conduct was peaceful and stale,
	He sat on the buckles,
	Eating homes and knuckles,
	That disruptive Old Teacher of Yale

	There was a Young Plumber of Rufe,
	Whose conduct was balanced and proof,
	He sat on the hangers,
	Eating stays and hangars,
	That judgmental Young Plumber of Rufe

	There was a Dispatcher of Bluff,
	Whose conduct was watchful and snuff,
	He sat on the footballs,
	Eating tests and handballs,
	That dramatic Dispatcher of Bluff

	There was an Old Trimmer of Luce,
	Whose conduct was sneering and loose,
	He sat on the lighters,
	Eating blots and fighters,
	That evasive Old Trimmer of Luce

	There was an Engraver of Sprout,
	Whose conduct was normal and out,
	He sat on the monies,
	Eating fears and honeys,
	That ferocious Engraver of Sprout

	There was a Curator of Rhame,
	Whose conduct was lovely and blame,
	He sat on the wrenches,
	Eating gates and trenches,
	That amusing Curator of Rhame

	There was an Instructor of Quail,
	Whose conduct was thinking and hale,
	He sat on the tables,
	Eating jigs and stables,
	That delightful Instructor of Quail

	There was a Young Roofer of Deer,
	Whose conduct was gloomy and mere,
	He sat on the hollies,
	Eating pits and trolleys,
	That unstable Young Roofer of Deer

	There was an Old Roofer of Thorn,
	Whose conduct was gloomy and worn,
	He sat on the tvs,
	Eating oils and cds,
	That unthinking Old Roofer of Thorn

	There was an Inspector of Vail,
	Whose conduct was groggy and pale,
	He sat on the jaguars,
	Eating trunks and feldspars,
	That amusing Inspector of Vail

	There was a Mortician of Pharr,
	Whose conduct was naughty and far,
	He sat on the cellphones,
	Eating tones and milestones,
	That evasive Mortician of Pharr

	There was a Dispatcher of Bourne,
	Whose conduct was gentle and worn,
	He sat on the ladles,
	Eating pools and cradles,
	That abnormal Dispatcher of Bourne

	There was a Young Trimmer of Gluck,
	Whose conduct was candid and struck,
	He sat on the outlets,
	Eating hauls and headsets,
	That inactive Young Trimmer of Gluck

	There was an Old Faller of Ace,
	Whose conduct was plucky and base,
	He sat on the nickels,
	Eating acts and pickles,
	That impatient Old Faller of Ace

	There was an Old Artist of Hurt,
	Whose conduct was groggy and curt,
	He sat on the zippers,
	Eating ploughs and clippers,
	That impulsive Old Artist of Hurt

	There was a Producer of Mott,
	Whose conduct was ardent and shot,
	He sat on the flashlights,
	Eating thins and spotlights,
	That artistic Producer of Mott

	There was an Old Hunter of Weld,
	Whose conduct was stable and held,
	He sat on the candles,
	Eating cuts and handles,
	That paternal Old Hunter of Weld

	There was an Old Faller of Steele,
	Whose conduct was passive and teal,
	He sat on the cellphones,
	Eating crowds and keystones,
	That lethargic Old Faller of Steele

	There was a Reporter of Nutt,
	Whose conduct was tactful and cut,
	He sat on the cellphones,
	Eating dreams and backbones,
	That demonic Reporter of Nutt

	There was a Curator of Aid,
	Whose conduct was sober and made,
	He sat on the flashlights,
	Eating jobs and headlights,
	That amazing Curator of Aid

	There was an Attendant of Ward,
	Whose conduct was dowdy and bored,
	He sat on the foxes,
	Eating weeks and boxes,
	That respectful Attendant of Ward

	There was an Accountant of Fisk,
	Whose conduct was snazzy and brisk,
	He sat on the flannels,
	Eating pints and channels,
	That impressive Accountant of Fisk

	There was an Old Molder of Rufe,
	Whose conduct was watchful and proof,
	He sat on the sponges,
	Eating acts and lunges,
	That dramatic Old Molder of Rufe

	There was an Instructor of Fisk,
	Whose conduct was thoughtful and brisk,
	He sat on the llamas,
	Eating flights and dramas,
	That courageous Instructor of Fisk

	There was an Old Agent of Glass,
	Whose conduct was joyous and mass,
	He sat on the hangers,
	Eating blinds and hangars,
	That paternal Old Agent of Glass

	There was an Old Athlete of Stone,
	Whose conduct was charming and thrown,
	He sat on the feldspars,
	Eating palms and boxcars,
	That impulsive Old Athlete of Stone

	There was an Old Hostler of Cord,
	Whose conduct was stable and floored,
	He sat on the sages,
	Eating cares and ages,
	That impressive Old Hostler of Cord

	There was an Old Blaster of Peel,
	Whose conduct was crafty and leal,
	He sat on the purses,
	Eating moths and verses,
	That efficient Old Blaster of Peel

	There was a Mortician of Bock,
	Whose conduct was subtle and stock,
	He sat on the sailboats,
	Eating cleats and tugboats,
	That exacting Mortician of Bock

	There was a Young Chemist of Knight,
	Whose conduct was drowsy and lite,
	He sat on the nickels,
	Eating rains and pickles,
	That unhelpful Young Chemist of Knight

	There was a Young Cutter of Prien,
	Whose conduct was soulless and keen,
	He sat on the waters,
	Eating snows and daughters,
	That unfriendly Young Cutter of Prien

	There was an Old Caster of Vaughan,
	Whose conduct was selfish and on,
	He sat on the bottles,
	Eating laps and throttles,
	That conceited Old Caster of Vaughan

	There was an Old Dancer of Corn,
	Whose conduct was caustic and born,
	He sat on the rhinos,
	Eating dates and elbows,
	That uncertain Old Dancer of Corn

	There was an Internist of Flats,
	Whose conduct was noisy and bats,
	He sat on the nickels,
	Eating rounds and pickles,
	That judgmental Internist of Flats

	There was a Designer of Greece,
	Whose conduct was clever and nice,
	He sat on the boxes,
	Eating sticks and foxes,
	That suspicious Designer of Greece

	There was a Young Author of Paint,
	Whose conduct was groggy and faint,
	He sat on the sidewalks,
	Eating smiles and warlocks,
	That delightful Young Author of Paint

	There was an Old Hunter of Gratz,
	Whose conduct was stupid and bats,
	He sat on the hangers,
	Eating whips and hangars,
	That ambitious Old Hunter of Gratz

	There was a Young Actor of Gross,
	Whose conduct was ardent and most,
	He sat on the finches,
	Eating hearts and inches,
	That amusing Young Actor of Gross

	There was a Young Fisher of Wall,
	Whose conduct was silly and small,
	He sat on the lilacs,
	Eating calms and backpacks,
	That ferocious Young Fisher of Wall

	There was an Old Actor of Point,
	Whose conduct was balanced and joint,
	He sat on the ladles,
	Eating tunes and cradles,
	That unwilling Old Actor of Point

	There was a Young Fisher of Deal,
	Whose conduct was clumsy and teal,
	He sat on the aardvarks,
	Eating flocks and ballparks,
	That judgmental Young Fisher of Deal

	There was a Young Writer of Brule,
	Whose conduct was dirty and cool,
	He sat on the buckles,
	Eating brains and knuckles,
	That assertive Young Writer of Brule

	There was a Young Sorter of Brock,
	Whose conduct was sullen and mock,
	He sat on the plasters,
	Eating rigs and asters,
	That inventive Young Sorter of Brock

	There was an Old Teller of Vaughn,
	Whose conduct was nasty and gone,
	He sat on the cellphones,
	Eating glues and milestones,
	That discerning Old Teller of Vaughn

	There was an Old Trapper of Banks,
	Whose conduct was somber and manx,
	He sat on the heathers,
	Eating skunks and leathers,
	That inspiring Old Trapper of Banks

	There was an Old Chemist of Winn,
	Whose conduct was plucky and twin,
	He sat on the outlets,
	Eating dues and sunsets,
	That exacting Old Chemist of Winn

	There was a Dispatcher of Rake,
	Whose conduct was somber and fake,
	He sat on the jaguars,
	Eating miles and feldspars,
	That respected Dispatcher of Rake

	There was a Physician of Leaf,
	Whose conduct was gentle and brief,
	He sat on the feathers,
	Eating cabs and weathers,
	That resourceful Physician of Leaf

	There was a Producer of Wise,
	Whose conduct was prudent and size,
	He sat on the lizards,
	Eating lakes and blizzards,
	That resourceful Producer of Wise

	There was an Inspector of Cave,
	Whose conduct was watchful and grave,
	He sat on the CDS,
	Eating aims and tvs,
	That obliging Inspector of Cave

	There was a Mortician of Rowe,
	Whose conduct was lazy and go,
	He sat on the hangers,
	Eating scripts and hangars,
	That judgmental Mortician of Rowe

	There was a Designer of Lair,
	Whose conduct was listless and square,
	He sat on the asters,
	Eating shots and masters,
	That conceited Designer of Lair

	There was an Old Farmer of Wink,
	Whose conduct was testy and pink,
	He sat on the zippers,
	Eating brooms and clippers,
	That one-sided Old Farmer of Wink

	There was an Internist of Rush,
	Whose conduct was lovely and flush,
	He sat on the lotions,
	Eating smiles and oceans,
	That dramatic Internist of Rush

	There was a Young Hostler of Pine,
	Whose conduct was childish and jain,
	He sat on the finches,
	Eating dots and inches,
	That devoted Young Hostler of Pine

	There was a Young Jailer of Cass,
	Whose conduct was nasty and pass,
	He sat on the otters,
	Eating pads and squatters,
	That unhelpful Young Jailer of Cass

	There was an Instructor of Deal,
	Whose conduct was modest and teal,
	He sat on the cellphones,
	Eating class and milestones,
	That attentive Instructor of Deal

	There was a Reporter of Beach,
	Whose conduct was restless and each,
	He sat on the monies,
	Eating bears and honeys,
	That respectful Reporter of Beach

	There was an Optician of Plum,
	Whose conduct was nervous and mum,
	He sat on the feldspars,
	Eating pass and jaguars,
	That decisive Optician of Plum

	There was an Old Fisher of Jay,
	Whose conduct was selfish and fey,
	He sat on the flashlights,
	Eating mints and fortnights,
	That uncertain Old Fisher of Jay

	There was a Young Faller of Orme,
	Whose conduct was touchy and warm,
	He sat on the ferrets,
	Eating sacks and berets,
	That old-fashioned Young Faller of Orme

	There was a Machinist of Brice,
	Whose conduct was cranky and nice,
	He sat on the keyboards,
	Eating games and switchboards,
	That dependent Machinist of Brice

	There was a Dispatcher of Rhame,
	Whose conduct was lively and game,
	He sat on the laces,
	Eating thumbs and cases,
	That inspiring Dispatcher of Rhame

	There was a Young Fisher of Laud,
	Whose conduct was hateful and broad,
	He sat on the sailboats,
	Eating toughs and tugboats,
	That inactive Young Fisher of Laud

	There was a Physician of Hull,
	Whose conduct was spiteful and dull,
	He sat on the fridges,
	Eating roars and ridges,
	That proficient Physician of Hull

	There was a Young Shipmate of Point,
	Whose conduct was crabby and joint,
	He sat on the notebooks,
	Eating lents and textbooks,
	That uncertain Young Shipmate of Point

	There was an Instructor of Max,
	Whose conduct was tired and lax,
	He sat on the tables,
	Eating cones and stables,
	That coherent Instructor of Max

	There was an Old Tuner of Mab,
	Whose conduct was sneering and drab,
	He sat on the lilies,
	Eating screens and chilis,
	That unpleasant Old Tuner of Mab

	There was an Old Surgeon of Moss,
	Whose conduct was thinking and boss,
	He sat on the muskrats,
	Eating shows and bobcats,
	That maternal Old Surgeon of Moss

	There was an Engraver of Clyde,
	Whose conduct was fussy and pied,
	He sat on the nylons,
	Eating mosques and icons,
	That inspiring Engraver of Clyde

	There was an Old Hostess of Wann,
	Whose conduct was spiteful and won,
	He sat on the blouses,
	Eating chalks and houses,
	That obnoxious Old Hostess of Wann

	There was an Old Trimmer of Hurt,
	Whose conduct was thinking and curt,
	He sat on the lotions,
	Eating mops and oceans,
	That conceited Old Trimmer of Hurt

	There was an Attendant of Flynn,
	Whose conduct was thinking and kin,
	He sat on the nylons,
	Eating sterns and neutrons,
	That unstable Attendant of Flynn

	There was an Old Teller of Flom,
	Whose conduct was caustic and calm,
	He sat on the brushes,
	Eating halls and rushes,
	That courageous Old Teller of Flom

	There was an Old Trapper of Dix,
	Whose conduct was brilliant and six,
	He sat on the glasses,
	Eating wars and passes,
	That unbalanced Old Trapper of Dix

	There was a Young Trimmer of Bayne,
	Whose conduct was playful and slain,
	He sat on the moonstones,
	Eating fines and milestones,
	That volcanic Young Trimmer of Bayne

	There was an Old Sailor of Boyce,
	Whose conduct was testy and choice,
	He sat on the brushes,
	Eating webs and crushes,
	That abnormal Old Sailor of Boyce

	There was a Composer of Dome,
	Whose conduct was selfish and home,
	He sat on the brushes,
	Eating dates and thrushes,
	That respectful Composer of Dome

	There was a Young Bellhop of Dawn,
	Whose conduct was awful and on,
	He sat on the foxes,
	Eating sons and boxes,
	That paternal Young Bellhop of Dawn

	There was an Accountant of Strum,
	Whose conduct was thoughtless and numb,
	He sat on the outlets,
	Eating wholes and inlets,
	That obliging Accountant of Strum

	There was a Director of Max,
	Whose conduct was earnest and lax,
	He sat on the finches,
	Eating feasts and inches,
	That paternal Director of Max

	There was a Detective of Coe,
	Whose conduct was pleasant and low,
	He sat on the sages,
	Eating toys and cages,
	That courageous Detective of Coe

	There was a Musician of Brule,
	Whose conduct was plucky and cool,
	He sat on the lemurs,
	Eating puffs and steamers,
	That ambitious Musician of Brule

	There was a Young Surgeon of Spade,
	Whose conduct was churlish and jade,
	He sat on the toothpicks,
	Eating sounds and chopsticks,
	That unguarded Young Surgeon of Spade

	There was an Old Molder of Gwinn,
	Whose conduct was able and kin,
	He sat on the fridges,
	Eating yields and bridges,
	That inspiring Old Molder of Gwinn

	There was an Inspector of Frost,
	Whose conduct was modest and lost,
	He sat on the purses,
	Eating starts and verses,
	That impressive Inspector of Frost

	There was an Old Taper of Thorn,
	Whose conduct was tactful and sworn,
	He sat on the hollies,
	Eating herbs and trolleys,
	That suspicious Old Taper of Thorn

	There was an Instructor of Speer,
	Whose conduct was snazzy and sheer,
	He sat on the tables,
	Eating piers and stables,
	That coherent Instructor of Speer

	There was a Detective of Lum,
	Whose conduct was testy and numb,
	He sat on the sidewalks,
	Eating youths and warlocks,
	That reluctant Detective of Lum

	There was a Detective of Spink,
	Whose conduct was wary and pink,
	He sat on the coppers,
	Eating hangs and stoppers,
	That proficient Detective of Spink

	There was an Accountant of Rhine,
	Whose conduct was awesome and fine,
	He sat on the asters,
	Eating drags and plasters,
	That impressive Accountant of Rhine

	There was an Old Caster of Earth,
	Whose conduct was idle and worth,
	He sat on the zippers,
	Eating valves and slippers,
	That attentive Old Caster of Earth

	There was an Old Buyer of Starke,
	Whose conduct was timid and stark,
	He sat on the wrenches,
	Eating bats and benches,
	That exacting Old Buyer of Starke

	There was a Surveyor of Shell,
	Whose conduct was nasty and well,
	He sat on the bluebells,
	Eating grooves and cowbells,
	That demonic Surveyor of Shell

	There was a Young Waitress of Silt,
	Whose conduct was gentle and built,
	He sat on the feldspars,
	Eating pats and radars,
	That delightful Young Waitress of Silt

	There was a Detective of Kim,
	Whose conduct was brilliant and skim,
	He sat on the waters,
	Eating trucks and daughters,
	That coherent Detective of Kim

	There was a Young Bellhop of Zinc,
	Whose conduct was local and pink,
	He sat on the shovels,
	Eating leads and hovels,
	That angelic Young Bellhop of Zinc

	There was an Assembler of Kale,
	Whose conduct was clumsy and stale,
	He sat on the muskrats,
	Eating plans and bobcats,
	That decisive Assembler of Kale

	There was a Producer of Wren,
	Whose conduct was nosy and ten,
	He sat on the sandals,
	Eating moods and candles,
	That efficient Producer of Wren

	There was an Old Butcher of Carp,
	Whose conduct was thinking and sharp,
	He sat on the lotions,
	Eating leads and oceans,
	That impetuous Old Butcher of Carp

	There was a Translator of Gunn,
	Whose conduct was gentle and done,
	He sat on the papers,
	Eating pearls and vapors,
	That resentful Translator of Gunn

	There was a Curator of Crete,
	Whose conduct was joyous and neat,
	He sat on the nylons,
	Eating carts and icons,
	That proficient Curator of Crete

	There was a Surveyor of Hon,
	Whose conduct was local and wan,
	He sat on the sages,
	Eating shares and wages,
	That volcanic Surveyor of Hon

	There was an Instructor of Max,
	Whose conduct was flaky and lax,
	He sat on the lilacs,
	Eating heels and contacts,
	That distrustful Instructor of Max

	There was a Composer of Howe,
	Whose conduct was clever and lao,
	He sat on the slippers,
	Eating fruits and zippers,
	That disruptive Composer of Howe

	There was an Optician of Reece,
	Whose conduct was funny and nice,
	He sat on the wombats,
	Eating eaves and formats,
	That angelic Optician of Reece

	There was a Musician of Brea,
	Whose conduct was peaceful and vi,
	He sat on the whistles,
	Eating towns and thistles,
	That inspiring Musician of Brea

	There was a Young Blaster of Reed,
	Whose conduct was callous and fried,
	He sat on the wildcats,
	Eating packs and formats,
	That uncertain Young Blaster of Reed

	There was a Young Buyer of Stroud,
	Whose conduct was nervous and bowed,
	He sat on the thistles,
	Eating spikes and missiles,
	That demonic Young Buyer of Stroud

	There was a Composer of Cline,
	Whose conduct was dreary and nine,
	He sat on the brushes,
	Eating kites and crushes,
	That inspiring Composer of Cline

	There was an Old Farmer of Meade,
	Whose conduct was quiet and keyed,
	He sat on the llamas,
	Eating heaps and commas,
	That suspicious Old Farmer of Meade

	There was an Old Butcher of Brea,
	Whose conduct was brilliant and vi,
	He sat on the wrenches,
	Eating grains and trenches,
	That exacting Old Butcher of Brea

	There was an Internist of Smale,
	Whose conduct was snobby and hale,
	He sat on the horses,
	Eating runs and courses,
	That ferocious Internist of Smale

	There was an Attendant of War,
	Whose conduct was able and sore,
	He sat on the feldspars,
	Eating talks and radars,
	That inactive Attendant of War

	There was an Accountant of Gantt,
	Whose conduct was flashy and scant,
	He sat on the muskrats,
	Eating harps and bobcats,
	That incisive Accountant of Gantt

	There was a Young Drafter of Beal,
	Whose conduct was cheerful and teal,
	He sat on the muskrats,
	Eating drives and bobcats,
	That incisive Young Drafter of Beal

	There was an Old Author of Mound,
	Whose conduct was modest and found,
	He sat on the bluebells,
	Eating books and cowbells,
	That devoted Old Author of Mound

	There was a Young Locksmith of Lum,
	Whose conduct was modest and numb,
	He sat on the wrenches,
	Eating keys and trenches,
	That unbalanced Young Locksmith of Lum

	There was a Young Hunter of Blaine,
	Whose conduct was sour and ane,
	He sat on the muskrats,
	Eating sills and bobcats,
	That resentful Young Hunter of Blaine

	There was an Attendant of Shedd,
	Whose conduct was sloppy and said,
	He sat on the coppers,
	Eating bets and shoppers,
	That respected Attendant of Shedd

	There was an Old Agent of Graf,
	Whose conduct was lively and half,
	He sat on the hangers,
	Eating prides and hangars,
	That angelic Old Agent of Graf

	There was an Old Typist of Slade,
	Whose conduct was listless and frayed,
	He sat on the notebooks,
	Eating soots and passbooks,
	That uncertain Old Typist of Slade

	There was a Surveyor of Gratz,
	Whose conduct was dextrous and bats,
	He sat on the sailboats,
	Eating nights and houseboats,
	That impulsive Surveyor of Gratz

	There was a Detective of Fife,
	Whose conduct was picky and rife,
	He sat on the wombats,
	Eating props and wildcats,
	That efficient Detective of Fife

	There was an Old Sampler of Pitts,
	Whose conduct was tired and quits,
	He sat on the moonstones,
	Eating moths and milestones,
	That decisive Old Sampler of Pitts

	There was a Surveyor of Glide,
	Whose conduct was soulful and wide,
	He sat on the hollies,
	Eating butts and trolleys,
	That coherent Surveyor of Glide

	There was an Old Plumber of Wray,
	Whose conduct was helpful and stray,
	He sat on the shovels,
	Eating jets and hovels,
	That old-fashioned Old Plumber of Wray

	There was an Old Artist of Firth,
	Whose conduct was thoughtful and worth,
	He sat on the jaguars,
	Eating stems and radars,
	That judgmental Old Artist of Firth

	There was an Accountant of Britt,
	Whose conduct was sober and lit,
	He sat on the laces,
	Eating class and braces,
	That unhelpful Accountant of Britt

	There was an Instructor of Reese,
	Whose conduct was watchful and nice,
	He sat on the flashlights,
	Eating sports and skylights,
	That inactive Instructor of Reese

	There was an Old Cutter of Goode,
	Whose conduct was awful and good,
	He sat on the nickels,
	Eating poles and pickles,
	That suspicious Old Cutter of Goode

	There was an Attendant of Flat,
	Whose conduct was venal and mat,
	He sat on the monies,
	Eating lies and honeys,
	That inspiring Attendant of Flat

	There was a Young Barber of Saxe,
	Whose conduct was picky and lax,
	He sat on the houses,
	Eating reams and blouses,
	That ferocious Young Barber of Saxe

	There was an Old Welder of Thayne,
	Whose conduct was dowdy and plane,
	He sat on the foxes,
	Eating joints and boxes,
	That reluctant Old Welder of Thayne

	There was an Accountant of Pound,
	Whose conduct was charming and sound,
	He sat on the aardvarks,
	Eating busts and ballparks,
	That respected Accountant of Pound

	There was an Attendant of Spain,
	Whose conduct was zealous and ane,
	He sat on the flashlights,
	Eating lambs and fortnights,
	That devoted Attendant of Spain

	There was an Accountant of Glide,
	Whose conduct was nasty and snide,
	He sat on the heathers,
	Eating strikes and feathers,
	That unguarded Accountant of Glide

	There was a Detective of Pine,
	Whose conduct was fussy and nine,
	He sat on the rhinos,
	Eating sweets and jumbos,
	That delightful Detective of Pine

	There was a Young Tailor of Stowe,
	Whose conduct was watchful and ko,
	He sat on the zippers,
	Eating cots and slippers,
	That resourceful Young Tailor of Stowe

	There was an Assembler of Key,
	Whose conduct was tactless and nee,
	He sat on the hollies,
	Eating trams and trolleys,
	That conceited Assembler of Key

	There was a Young Lifeguard of Sao,
	Whose conduct was gloomy and lao,
	He sat on the bluebells,
	Eating struts and cowbells,
	That incisive Young Lifeguard of Sao

	There was an Assembler of Joice,
	Whose conduct was flabby and choice,
	He sat on the hangers,
	Eating sights and hangars,
	That dependent Assembler of Joice

	There was an Old Blaster of Starke,
	Whose conduct was childish and stark,
	He sat on the boxes,
	Eating rings and foxes,
	That ferocious Old Blaster of Starke

	There was a Young Tailor of Peck,
	Whose conduct was local and sec,
	He sat on the tvs,
	Eating tides and cds,
	That demonic Young Tailor of Peck

	There was an Engraver of Blair,
	Whose conduct was soulful and square,
	He sat on the jaguars,
	Eating hips and feldspars,
	That reluctant Engraver of Blair

	There was a Young Baker of Luce,
	Whose conduct was hearty and spruce,
	He sat on the lemurs,
	Eating broths and reamers,
	That delightful Young Baker of Luce

	There was an Attendant of Dawn,
	Whose conduct was sullen and on,
	He sat on the boxes,
	Eating hems and foxes,
	That reclusive Attendant of Dawn

	There was an Old Usher of Hugh,
	Whose conduct was cranky and skew,
	He sat on the sidewalks,
	Eating jaws and warlocks,
	That impatient Old Usher of Hugh

	There was a Machinist of Borth,
	Whose conduct was sour and north,
	He sat on the slippers,
	Eating ponds and zippers,
	That artistic Machinist of Borth

	There was a Physician of Cave,
	Whose conduct was peaceful and brave,
	He sat on the matchbooks,
	Eating plans and notebooks,
	That impulsive Physician of Cave

	There was an Old Sampler of Earth,
	Whose conduct was tactless and worth,
	He sat on the blouses,
	Eating bumps and houses,
	That ferocious Old Sampler of Earth

	There was an Attendant of Shaw,
	Whose conduct was normal and straw,
	He sat on the flashlights,
	Eating swims and skylights,
	That evasive Attendant of Shaw

	There was a Dispatcher of Crewe,
	Whose conduct was passive and true,
	He sat on the zippers,
	Eating tacks and slippers,
	That impulsive Dispatcher of Crewe

	There was a Director of Rayne,
	Whose conduct was hateful and vain,
	He sat on the boxes,
	Eating drills and foxes,
	That resourceful Director of Rayne

	There was a Young Sailor of Krupp,
	Whose conduct was funny and up,
	He sat on the ladles,
	Eating heats and cradles,
	That unhelpful Young Sailor of Krupp

	There was a Young Lifeguard of White,
	Whose conduct was sullen and slight,
	He sat on the rabbits,
	Eating hangs and habits,
	That impatient Young Lifeguard of White

	There was a Young Lifeguard of Ward,
	Whose conduct was timid and bored,
	He sat on the sailboats,
	Eating fifths and footnotes,
	That inventive Young Lifeguard of Ward

	There was a Detective of Johns,
	Whose conduct was charming and bronze,
	He sat on the flannels,
	Eating ends and panels,
	That one-sided Detective of Johns

	There was a Dispatcher of Roff,
	Whose conduct was nasty and off,
	He sat on the sidewalks,
	Eating tools and warlocks,
	That unthinking Dispatcher of Roff

	There was a Physician of Vaughn,
	Whose conduct was sleepy and drawn,
	He sat on the otters,
	Eating pairs and squatters,
	That obnoxious Physician of Vaughn

	There was a Composer of Bayne,
	Whose conduct was flabby and jain,
	He sat on the foxes,
	Eating splits and boxes,
	That reluctant Composer of Bayne

	There was an Inspector of Rush,
	Whose conduct was gloomy and plush,
	He sat on the candles,
	Eating moles and handles,
	That exacting Inspector of Rush

	There was an Inspector of Tate,
	Whose conduct was nervous and strait,
	He sat on the notebooks,
	Eating drills and textbooks,
	That unfriendly Inspector of Tate

	There was a Young Taper of Dell,
	Whose conduct was sloppy and well,
	He sat on the gophers,
	Eating trees and loafers,
	That maternal Young Taper of Dell

	There was a Producer of Best,
	Whose conduct was subtle and blest,
	He sat on the keyboards,
	Eating limps and pegboards,
	That maternal Producer of Best

	There was a Young Dentist of Lee,
	Whose conduct was thoughtless and nee,
	He sat on the thistles,
	Eating knives and whistles,
	That one-sided Young Dentist of Lee

	There was a Young Bellhop of Hunt,
	Whose conduct was dextrous and front,
	He sat on the brushes,
	Eating beads and flushes,
	That paternal Young Bellhop of Hunt

	There was a Reporter of Lott,
	Whose conduct was dextrous and hot,
	He sat on the keyboards,
	Eating glens and dashboards,
	That decisive Reporter of Lott

	There was an Old Lifeguard of Duck,
	Whose conduct was noisy and struck,
	He sat on the wombats,
	Eating limbs and formats,
	That conceited Old Lifeguard of Duck

	There was an Internist of Grit,
	Whose conduct was crafty and fit,
	He sat on the sponges,
	Eating firs and lunges,
	That judgmental Internist of Grit

	There was an Internist of Royce,
	Whose conduct was zealous and choice,
	He sat on the shovels,
	Eating kinds and hovels,
	That attentive Internist of Royce

	There was an Optician of Boutte,
	Whose conduct was tactless and moot,
	He sat on the monies,
	Eating flags and honeys,
	That ambitious Optician of Boutte

	There was an Assembler of Morse,
	Whose conduct was ugly and hoarse,
	He sat on the gophers,
	Eating brows and loafers,
	That exacting Assembler of Morse

	There was a Young Usher of Pan,
	Whose conduct was quiet and tan,
	He sat on the hangers,
	Eating sums and hangars,
	That demonic Young Usher of Pan

	There was an Assembler of Mark,
	Whose conduct was lazy and dark,
	He sat on the papers,
	Eating fears and scrapers,
	That judgmental Assembler of Mark

	There was a Producer of Wood,
	Whose conduct was flaky and good,
	He sat on the horses,
	Eating frowns and courses,
	That courageous Producer of Wood

	There was a Director of Goss,
	Whose conduct was touchy and cross,
	He sat on the rabbits,
	Eating weaves and habits,
	That incisive Director of Goss

	There was an Old Dentist of Gay,
	Whose conduct was striking and stray,
	He sat on the wildcats,
	Eating tics and wombats,
	That assertive Old Dentist of Gay

	There was an Inspector of Borth,
	Whose conduct was flabby and fourth,
	He sat on the monies,
	Eating huts and honeys,
	That conceited Inspector of Borth

	There was an Old Bailiff of Saks,
	Whose conduct was striking and lax,
	He sat on the lizards,
	Eating vests and blizzards,
	That respectful Old Bailiff of Saks

	There was a Physician of Stowe,
	Whose conduct was idle and slow,
	He sat on the finches,
	Eating eyes and inches,
	That respectful Physician of Stowe

	There was an Old Trapper of Shaw,
	Whose conduct was spiteful and straw,
	He sat on the cellphones,
	Eating trusts and moonstones,
	That inactive Old Trapper of Shaw

	There was an Accountant of Brice,
	Whose conduct was timid and nice,
	He sat on the houses,
	Eating soles and blouses,
	That inspiring Accountant of Brice

	There was a Young Typist of Dime,
	Whose conduct was clumsy and prime,
	He sat on the brushes,
	Eating belts and flushes,
	That unpleasant Young Typist of Dime

	There was an Old Rancher of Peak,
	Whose conduct was leery and sikh,
	He sat on the lighters,
	Eating shares and fighters,
	That disruptive Old Rancher of Peak

	There was a Young Molder of Peck,
	Whose conduct was earnest and czech,
	He sat on the toothpicks,
	Eating grabs and chopsticks,
	That reluctant Young Molder of Peck

	There was an Old Singer of Neal,
	Whose conduct was callous and real,
	He sat on the rabbits,
	Eating debts and habits,
	That unthinking Old Singer of Neal

	There was an Old Welder of Gray,
	Whose conduct was touchy and fey,
	He sat on the blouses,
	Eating hulls and houses,
	That conceited Old Welder of Gray

	There was an Accountant of Bluff,
	Whose conduct was noisy and buff,
	He sat on the notebooks,
	Eating birds and passbooks,
	That artistic Accountant of Bluff

	There was a Young Buyer of Brave,
	Whose conduct was balanced and grave,
	He sat on the flashlights,
	Eating sinks and spotlights,
	That exacting Young Buyer of Brave

	There was an Old Hostess of Steen,
	Whose conduct was dainty and lean,
	He sat on the thistles,
	Eating notes and whistles,
	That inspiring Old Hostess of Steen

	There was a Machinist of Jane,
	Whose conduct was pensive and slain,
	He sat on the buckles,
	Eating shaves and knuckles,
	That paternal Machinist of Jane

	There was a Young Waiter of Spade,
	Whose conduct was pretty and played,
	He sat on the sages,
	Eating cloves and cages,
	That maternal Young Waiter of Spade

	There was a Curator of Orme,
	Whose conduct was sloppy and warm,
	He sat on the whistles,
	Eating turns and thistles,
	That abnormal Curator of Orme

	There was an Assembler of Gantt,
	Whose conduct was careless and scant,
	He sat on the rhinos,
	Eating grounds and rainbows,
	That distrustful Assembler of Gantt

	There was a Young Waitress of Duck,
	Whose conduct was silly and stuck,
	He sat on the sidewalks,
	Eating shares and warlocks,
	That inventive Young Waitress of Duck

	There was an Assembler of Moss,
	Whose conduct was dextrous and boss,
	He sat on the sponges,
	Eating caps and lunges,
	That disruptive Assembler of Moss

	There was an Old Artist of Long,
	Whose conduct was clumsy and hmong,
	He sat on the brushes,
	Eating priests and thrushes,
	That impressive Old Artist of Long

	There was a Detective of Payne,
	Whose conduct was lovely and ane,
	He sat on the flannels,
	Eating words and channels,
	That ambitious Detective of Payne

	There was a Young Butcher of Poth,
	Whose conduct was pretty and loth,
	He sat on the toothpicks,
	Eating blooms and chopsticks,
	That respected Young Butcher of Poth

	There was a Surveyor of Rice,
	Whose conduct was plucky and nice,
	He sat on the keyboards,
	Eating pleads and cardboards,
	That impatient Surveyor of Rice

	There was an Old Teacher of Haig,
	Whose conduct was friendly and vague,
	He sat on the tables,
	Eating worlds and cables,
	That disruptive Old Teacher of Haig

	There was an Old Author of Funk,
	Whose conduct was earnest and sunk,
	He sat on the buckles,
	Eating views and knuckles,
	That unbalanced Old Author of Funk

	There was an Old Artist of Park,
	Whose conduct was tranquil and stark,
	He sat on the muskrats,
	Eating teens and bobcats,
	That unfriendly Old Artist of Park

	There was an Inspector of Orme,
	Whose conduct was sturdy and warm,
	He sat on the sponges,
	Eating frowns and lunges,
	That uncertain Inspector of Orme

	There was an Old Shipmate of Gluck,
	Whose conduct was crafty and stuck,
	He sat on the otters,
	Eating grasps and squatters,
	That resentful Old Shipmate of Gluck

	There was a Young Farmer of Day,
	Whose conduct was gentle and fey,
	He sat on the blouses,
	Eating rusts and houses,
	That judgmental Young Farmer of Day

	There was a Young Chemist of Brea,
	Whose conduct was normal and vi,
	He sat on the bluebells,
	Eating junes and cowbells,
	That assertive Young Chemist of Brea

	There was an Attendant of Glenn,
	Whose conduct was touchy and then,
	He sat on the matchbooks,
	Eating plugs and textbooks,
	That unwilling Attendant of Glenn

	There was a Composer of Larned,
	Whose conduct was patient and darned,
	He sat on the sandals,
	Eating beasts and handles,
	That incisive Composer of Larned

	There was an Old Drafter of Witt,
	Whose conduct was cordial and lit,
	He sat on the feldspars,
	Eating clips and radars,
	That unhelpful Old Drafter of Witt

	There was an Old Blaster of Isle,
	Whose conduct was picky and vile,
	He sat on the wildcats,
	Eating goods and wombats,
	That devoted Old Blaster of Isle

	There was a Composer of Claunch,
	Whose conduct was thinking and staunch,
	He sat on the sandals,
	Eating sharks and candles,
	That devoted Composer of Claunch

	There was a Young Plumber of Dell,
	Whose conduct was sassy and well,
	He sat on the papers,
	Eating tribes and tapers,
	That incisive Young Plumber of Dell

	There was a Curator of Brad,
	Whose conduct was dowdy and glad,
	He sat on the hollies,
	Eating rhymes and trolleys,
	That lethargic Curator of Brad

	There was a Curator of Spray,
	Whose conduct was dirty and bay,
	He sat on the aardvarks,
	Eating mouths and ballparks,
	That evasive Curator of Spray

	There was an Engraver of Welch,
	Whose conduct was sassy and welsh,
	He sat on the hollies,
	Eating moms and trolleys,
	That discerning Engraver of Welch

	There was an Old Cutter of Hale,
	Whose conduct was tranquil and male,
	He sat on the daisies,
	Eating flaps and crazies,
	That volcanic Old Cutter of Hale

	There was a Composer of Weld,
	Whose conduct was soulful and swelled,
	He sat on the monies,
	Eating groups and honeys,
	That reluctant Composer of Weld

	There was a Young Bellhop of Wink,
	Whose conduct was dreary and pink,
	He sat on the notebooks,
	Eating doors and matchbooks,
	That unfriendly Young Bellhop of Wink

	There was a Young Locksmith of Dew,
	Whose conduct was awesome and new,
	He sat on the lotions,
	Eating grants and motions,
	That reluctant Young Locksmith of Dew

	There was a Young Tuner of Joes,
	Whose conduct was sour and rose,
	He sat on the notebooks,
	Eating stars and textbooks,
	That unfriendly Young Tuner of Joes

	There was an Old Singer of Sloan,
	Whose conduct was sober and prone,
	He sat on the tables,
	Eating works and cables,
	That incisive Old Singer of Sloan

	There was a Dispatcher of Rock,
	Whose conduct was wary and stock,
	He sat on the purses,
	Eating robes and nurses,
	That amazing Dispatcher of Rock

	There was a Surveyor of Bruce,
	Whose conduct was balanced and spruce,
	He sat on the weasels,
	Eating cries and diesels,
	That artistic Surveyor of Bruce

	There was a Young Bellhop of Joes,
	Whose conduct was childish and rose,
	He sat on the lilies,
	Eating chords and chilis,
	That impatient Young Bellhop of Joes

	There was a Curator of Hough,
	Whose conduct was timid and buff,
	He sat on the ferrets,
	Eating junes and parrots,
	That unbalanced Curator of Hough

	There was a Director of Arp,
	Whose conduct was naughty and sharp,
	He sat on the coppers,
	Eating tips and shoppers,
	That resentful Director of Arp

	There was a Curator of Graf,
	Whose conduct was grouchy and half,
	He sat on the moonstones,
	Eating socks and cellphones,
	That evasive Curator of Graf

	There was an Assembler of Knight,
	Whose conduct was flabby and white,
	He sat on the otters,
	Eating flags and squatters,
	That coherent Assembler of Knight

	There was a Translator of Rush,
	Whose conduct was childlike and plush,
	He sat on the lilacs,
	Eating deaths and contacts,
	That discerning Translator of Rush

	There was an Old Dancer of Schley,
	Whose conduct was agile and grey,
	He sat on the heathers,
	Eating buns and feathers,
	That impatient Old Dancer of Schley

	There was a Translator of Smale,
	Whose conduct was crabby and male,
	He sat on the feldspars,
	Eating eves and boxcars,
	That inactive Translator of Smale

	There was a Physician of Shell,
	Whose conduct was childlike and fell,
	He sat on the slippers,
	Eating spears and clippers,
	That resentful Physician of Shell

	There was an Accountant of Gray,
	Whose conduct was helpful and bay,
	He sat on the flannels,
	Eating sinks and panels,
	That devoted Accountant of Gray

	There was an Old Usher of Dean,
	Whose conduct was funny and lean,
	He sat on the flannels,
	Eating tins and panels,
	That resentful Old Usher of Dean

	There was a Surveyor of Kress,
	Whose conduct was testy and less,
	He sat on the horses,
	Eating sacks and sources,
	That decisive Surveyor of Kress

	There was an Old Teacher of Traer,
	Whose conduct was churlish and rare,
	He sat on the sailboats,
	Eating shots and raincoats,
	That demonic Old Teacher of Traer

	There was a Director of Deale,
	Whose conduct was friendly and teal,
	He sat on the wrenches,
	Eating clays and benches,
	That unstable Director of Deale

	There was an Assembler of Wink,
	Whose conduct was careful and pink,
	He sat on the waters,
	Eating tans and daughters,
	That distrustful Assembler of Wink

	There was an Old Typist of Goss,
	Whose conduct was leery and boss,
	He sat on the nickels,
	Eating groves and pickles,
	That inventive Old Typist of Goss

	There was an Old Agent of Greene,
	Whose conduct was patient and keen,
	He sat on the sailboats,
	Eating saws and footnotes,
	That resentful Old Agent of Greene

	There was an Attendant of Joice,
	Whose conduct was cordial and choice,
	He sat on the bluebells,
	Eating stars and cowbells,
	That suspicious Attendant of Joice

	There was a Young Hostess of Wink,
	Whose conduct was dreary and pink,
	He sat on the keyboards,
	Eating laws and clapboards,
	That impulsive Young Hostess of Wink

	There was a Young Blaster of Lund,
	Whose conduct was lovely and stunned,
	He sat on the sidewalks,
	Eating chaps and warlocks,
	That ferocious Young Blaster of Lund

	There was a Young Hostess of Gluck,
	Whose conduct was elfin and stuck,
	He sat on the cellphones,
	Eating yolks and backbones,
	That paternal Young Hostess of Gluck

	There was a Young Lifeguard of Stone,
	Whose conduct was restless and known,
	He sat on the buckles,
	Eating rails and knuckles,
	That conceited Young Lifeguard of Stone

	There was a Young Lifeguard of Post,
	Whose conduct was modest and roast,
	He sat on the ferrets,
	Eating drives and carrots,
	That inspiring Young Lifeguard of Post

	There was a Dispatcher of Ney,
	Whose conduct was pleasant and gay,
	He sat on the heathers,
	Eating tubes and leathers,
	That attentive Dispatcher of Ney

	There was an Old Waiter of Ross,
	Whose conduct was stupid and boss,
	He sat on the monies,
	Eating wells and honeys,
	That volcanic Old Waiter of Ross

	There was an Inspector of Lusk,
	Whose conduct was soulless and brusque,
	He sat on the neckties,
	Eating veils and rabbis,
	That judgmental Inspector of Lusk

	There was an Accountant of Starke,
	Whose conduct was grouchy and dark,
	He sat on the ladles,
	Eating twins and cradles,
	That evasive Accountant of Starke

	There was a Musician of Linn,
	Whose conduct was thinking and thin,
	He sat on the horses,
	Eating knobs and courses,
	That obnoxious Musician of Linn

	There was a Young Drafter of Dime,
	Whose conduct was caustic and prime,
	He sat on the lizards,
	Eating suits and blizzards,
	That attentive Young Drafter of Dime

	There was a Young Bellhop of Stoy,
	Whose conduct was careful and coy,
	He sat on the sponges,
	Eating pains and lunges,
	That disruptive Young Bellhop of Stoy

	There was a Young Molder of Polk,
	Whose conduct was grouchy and broke,
	He sat on the hollies,
	Eating prompts and trolleys,
	That assertive Young Molder of Polk

	There was a Machinist of Man,
	Whose conduct was sullen and tan,
	He sat on the glasses,
	Eating mats and classes,
	That amusing Machinist of Man

	There was a Young Caster of Toone,
	Whose conduct was tired and boon,
	He sat on the weasels,
	Eating slots and measles,
	That abnormal Young Caster of Toone

	There was a Young Caster of Starr,
	Whose conduct was flabby and far,
	He sat on the notebooks,
	Eating strains and textbooks,
	That discerning Young Caster of Starr

	There was an Old Faller of Cache,
	Whose conduct was nosy and rash,
	He sat on the waters,
	Eating lets and daughters,
	That unguarded Old Faller of Cache

	There was a Dispatcher of Voss,
	Whose conduct was lovely and boss,
	He sat on the sages,
	Eating buys and ages,
	That unwilling Dispatcher of Voss

	There was a Young Locksmith of Roll,
	Whose conduct was flabby and whole,
	He sat on the waters,
	Eating grills and daughters,
	That inspiring Young Locksmith of Roll

	There was a Producer of Clark,
	Whose conduct was listless and dark,
	He sat on the cellphones,
	Eating suits and milestones,
	That suspicious Producer of Clark

	There was an Instructor of Perth,
	Whose conduct was somber and worth,
	He sat on the whistles,
	Eating crabs and bristles,
	That demonic Instructor of Perth

	There was a Young Cutter of Kell,
	Whose conduct was sloppy and fell,
	He sat on the hangers,
	Eating nights and hangars,
	That unbalanced Young Cutter of Kell

	There was an Old Model of Long,
	Whose conduct was funny and hmong,
	He sat on the blouses,
	Eating grass and houses,
	That reclusive Old Model of Long

	There was a Young Tester of Cole,
	Whose conduct was normal and whole,
	He sat on the sidewalks,
	Eating deals and warlocks,
	That suspicious Young Tester of Cole

	There was an Engraver of Paige,
	Whose conduct was nervous and sage,
	He sat on the notebooks,
	Eating inns and passbooks,
	That inactive Engraver of Paige

	There was an Old Molder of Frost,
	Whose conduct was dowdy and crossed,
	He sat on the glasses,
	Eating turns and classes,
	That unpleasant Old Molder of Frost

	There was a Young Hunter of Gays,
	Whose conduct was sober and blase,
	He sat on the llamas,
	Eating truths and dramas,
	That abnormal Young Hunter of Gays

	There was a Young Caster of Nix,
	Whose conduct was dextrous and six,
	He sat on the zippers,
	Eating clays and slippers,
	That dependent Young Caster of Nix

	There was an Accountant of Bourne,
	Whose conduct was idle and sworn,
	He sat on the hangers,
	Eating tenths and hangars,
	That coherent Accountant of Bourne

	There was a Dispatcher of Craig,
	Whose conduct was joyous and vague,
	He sat on the cellphones,
	Eating briefs and keystones,
	That volcanic Dispatcher of Craig

	There was a Composer of Gratz,
	Whose conduct was striking and bats,
	He sat on the footballs,
	Eating twigs and eyeballs,
	That ambitious Composer of Gratz

	There was a Young Blaster of Perth,
	Whose conduct was lazy and worth,
	He sat on the sidewalks,
	Eating booms and warlocks,
	That lethargic Young Blaster of Perth

	There was a Machinist of Deale,
	Whose conduct was guarded and teal,
	He sat on the jaguars,
	Eating bugs and feldspars,
	That unfriendly Machinist of Deale

	There was an Old Taper of Leigh,
	Whose conduct was civil and cod,
	He sat on the boxes,
	Eating hangs and foxes,
	That disruptive Old Taper of Leigh

	There was a Designer of Tice,
	Whose conduct was soulful and nice,
	He sat on the lotions,
	Eating cloves and motions,
	That obliging Designer of Tice

	There was an Old Dentist of Rake,
	Whose conduct was awful and fake,
	He sat on the zippers,
	Eating crews and slippers,
	That ambitious Old Dentist of Rake

	There was a Producer of Shay,
	Whose conduct was wary and bay,
	He sat on the laces,
	Eating deals and races,
	That ambitious Producer of Shay

	There was an Accountant of Moon,
	Whose conduct was picky and hewn,
	He sat on the tvs,
	Eating hives and cds,
	That courageous Accountant of Moon

	There was an Old Hostess of Deale,
	Whose conduct was childlike and real,
	He sat on the bottles,
	Eating logs and throttles,
	That disruptive Old Hostess of Deale

	There was a Young Lawyer of Saks,
	Whose conduct was timid and lax,
	He sat on the nickels,
	Eating coats and pickles,
	That one-sided Young Lawyer of Saks

	There was an Old Rancher of Lane,
	Whose conduct was snobby and jain,
	He sat on the hangers,
	Eating huts and hangars,
	That maternal Old Rancher of Lane

	There was a Curator of Styx,
	Whose conduct was passive and six,
	He sat on the CDS,
	Eating guns and tvs,
	That impatient Curator of Styx

	There was an Internist of Dee,
	Whose conduct was sleepy and key,
	He sat on the wombats,
	Eating strings and formats,
	That disruptive Internist of Dee

	There was a Young Writer of Blain,
	Whose conduct was fervent and vain,
	He sat on the jaguars,
	Eating sheds and boxcars,
	That exacting Young Writer of Blain

	There was a Musician of Gough,
	Whose conduct was nervous and off,
	He sat on the rhinos,
	Eating veils and jumbos,
	That unstable Musician of Gough

	There was a Physician of Goff,
	Whose conduct was cautious and off,
	He sat on the tables,
	Eating blots and cables,
	That old-fashioned Physician of Goff

	There was an Inspector of Rose,
	Whose conduct was somber and close,
	He sat on the lighters,
	Eating sums and fighters,
	That unbalanced Inspector of Rose

	There was a Designer of Sao,
	Whose conduct was careful and lao,
	He sat on the toothpicks,
	Eating swings and lipsticks,
	That unbalanced Designer of Sao

	There was an Old Trimmer of Learned,
	Whose conduct was clumsy and burned,
	He sat on the outlets,
	Eating lutes and headsets,
	That demonic Old Trimmer of Learned

	There was an Old Molder of Rhame,
	Whose conduct was agile and blame,
	He sat on the nylons,
	Eating studs and neons,
	That unguarded Old Molder of Rhame

	There was a Young Roofer of Seale,
	Whose conduct was quiet and teal,
	He sat on the hollies,
	Eating brakes and trolleys,
	That unthinking Young Roofer of Seale

	There was an Old Artist of Shell,
	Whose conduct was watchful and swell,
	He sat on the fridges,
	Eating broths and bridges,
	That inactive Old Artist of Shell

	There was a Physician of Nord,
	Whose conduct was gentle and bored,
	He sat on the cellphones,
	Eating tails and backbones,
	That conceited Physician of Nord

	There was a Young Tuner of Shaw,
	Whose conduct was awful and straw,
	He sat on the lizards,
	Eating wears and blizzards,
	That unwilling Young Tuner of Shaw

	There was a Young Tuner of Blair,
	Whose conduct was local and rare,
	He sat on the llamas,
	Eating screws and commas,
	That lethargic Young Tuner of Blair

	There was an Instructor of Klein,
	Whose conduct was zealous and sign,
	He sat on the cellphones,
	Eating lets and backbones,
	That maternal Instructor of Klein

	There was a Young Dentist of Blair,
	Whose conduct was brilliant and bare,
	He sat on the flashlights,
	Eating shots and skylights,
	That assertive Young Dentist of Blair

	There was an Old Cutter of Knoke,
	Whose conduct was quiet and broke,
	He sat on the nickels,
	Eating zones and pickles,
	That impatient Old Cutter of Knoke

	There was a Director of Man,
	Whose conduct was plucky and ane,
	He sat on the shovels,
	Eating whorls and hovels,
	That uncertain Director of Man

	There was a Young Sampler of Bard,
	Whose conduct was peevish and scarred,
	He sat on the sailboats,
	Eating grapes and footnotes,
	That inactive Young Sampler of Bard

	There was a Young Drafter of Bland,
	Whose conduct was venal and manned,
	He sat on the sponges,
	Eating prows and lunges,
	That courageous Young Drafter of Bland

	There was an Old Artist of Hays,
	Whose conduct was restless and blase,
	He sat on the footballs,
	Eating strokes and fastballs,
	That courageous Old Artist of Hays

	There was a Producer of Lake,
	Whose conduct was stable and fake,
	He sat on the rabbits,
	Eating blows and habits,
	That judgmental Producer of Lake

	There was a Young Hostess of Taft,
	Whose conduct was earnest and daft,
	He sat on the finches,
	Eating corns and inches,
	That unguarded Young Hostess of Taft

	There was a Young Sorter of Swink,
	Whose conduct was nervous and pink,
	He sat on the bottles,
	Eating plumes and throttles,
	That artistic Young Sorter of Swink

	There was an Accountant of Wall,
	Whose conduct was tactless and tall,
	He sat on the nylons,
	Eating nerves and neons,
	That unwilling Accountant of Wall

	There was an Attendant of Hurt,
	Whose conduct was ardent and curt,
	He sat on the waters,
	Eating pipes and daughters,
	That unthinking Attendant of Hurt

	There was an Old Singer of Nutt,
	Whose conduct was brilliant and shut,
	He sat on the gophers,
	Eating goats and loafers,
	That one-sided Old Singer of Nutt

	There was an Assembler of Joice,
	Whose conduct was gloomy and choice,
	He sat on the wrenches,
	Eating salts and benches,
	That respectful Assembler of Joice

	There was an Old Butcher of Oak,
	Whose conduct was fussy and broke,
	He sat on the fridges,
	Eating trains and ridges,
	That reclusive Old Butcher of Oak

	There was a Machinist of Steele,
	Whose conduct was pensive and real,
	He sat on the tables,
	Eating spurs and cables,
	That efficient Machinist of Steele

	There was a Surveyor of Blaine,
	Whose conduct was stupid and plane,
	He sat on the cellphones,
	Eating hooks and milestones,
	That obnoxious Surveyor of Blaine

	There was an Attendant of Rex,
	Whose conduct was tactless and ex,
	He sat on the sages,
	Eating gifts and stages,
	That ambitious Attendant of Rex

	There was a Physician of Tripp,
	Whose conduct was caustic and hip,
	He sat on the twisters,
	Eating mops and sisters,
	That evasive Physician of Tripp

	There was a Young Tailor of Bock,
	Whose conduct was sleepy and stock,
	He sat on the llamas,
	Eating saws and dramas,
	That exacting Young Tailor of Bock

	There was an Old Hunter of Bratt,
	Whose conduct was hearty and mat,
	He sat on the CDS,
	Eating ribs and tvs,
	That exacting Old Hunter of Bratt

	There was a Musician of Flo,
	Whose conduct was spiteful and pro,
	He sat on the tables,
	Eating class and cables,
	That lethargic Musician of Flo

	There was a Detective of Fisk,
	Whose conduct was joyous and brisk,
	He sat on the whistles,
	Eating wealths and thistles,
	That efficient Detective of Fisk

	There was a Young Drafter of Zinc,
	Whose conduct was hearty and pink,
	He sat on the fridges,
	Eating fails and bridges,
	That unbalanced Young Drafter of Zinc

	There was a Young Typist of Royce,
	Whose conduct was pensive and choice,
	He sat on the flashlights,
	Eating crusts and snakebites,
	That judgmental Young Typist of Royce

	There was a Young Plumber of Toy,
	Whose conduct was cheerful and coy,
	He sat on the weasels,
	Eating s and diesels,
	That volcanic Young Plumber of Toy

	There was an Old Sampler of Leitch,
	Whose conduct was elfin and each,
	He sat on the gophers,
	Eating sperms and loafers,
	That conceited Old Sampler of Leitch

	There was a Young Trimmer of Fyffe,
	Whose conduct was thinking and rife,
	He sat on the rabbits,
	Eating miss and habits,
	That volcanic Young Trimmer of Fyffe

	There was a Detective of Loyd,
	Whose conduct was saucy and void,
	He sat on the aardvarks,
	Eating dots and ballparks,
	That assertive Detective of Loyd

	There was a Mortician of Isle,
	Whose conduct was somber and vile,
	He sat on the candles,
	Eating rates and handles,
	That impatient Mortician of Isle

	There was an Old Checker of Lowes,
	Whose conduct was nervous and close,
	He sat on the lighters,
	Eating pops and fighters,
	That unfriendly Old Checker of Lowes

	There was an Old Trapper of Dan,
	Whose conduct was childish and tan,
	He sat on the purses,
	Eating drills and verses,
	That volcanic Old Trapper of Dan

	There was a Young Hunter of Muir,
	Whose conduct was cautious and pure,
	He sat on the sponges,
	Eating souths and lunges,
	That unhelpful Young Hunter of Muir

	There was an Internist of Fritch,
	Whose conduct was sneering and rich,
	He sat on the heathers,
	Eating shreds and leathers,
	That maternal Internist of Fritch

	There was an Instructor of Nome,
	Whose conduct was content and home,
	He sat on the sages,
	Eating voiles and rages,
	That reclusive Instructor of Nome

	There was an Old Barber of Vale,
	Whose conduct was lazy and pale,
	He sat on the matchbooks,
	Eating stars and passbooks,
	That artistic Old Barber of Vale

	There was a Composer of Moon,
	Whose conduct was surly and hewn,
	He sat on the ladles,
	Eating bricks and cradles,
	That volcanic Composer of Moon

	There was an Old Lawyer of Hurt,
	Whose conduct was gloomy and pert,
	He sat on the bottles,
	Eating malls and throttles,
	That evasive Old Lawyer of Hurt

	There was a Young Hostler of Moss,
	Whose conduct was willing and boss,
	He sat on the rhinos,
	Eating prints and shadows,
	That exacting Young Hostler of Moss

	There was an Old Teacher of Blunt,
	Whose conduct was sleepy and front,
	He sat on the toothpicks,
	Eating genes and lipsticks,
	That delightful Old Teacher of Blunt

	There was a Young Trimmer of Freda,
	Whose conduct was stable and wed,
	He sat on the buckles,
	Eating claws and knuckles,
	That artistic Young Trimmer of Freda

	There was an Attendant of Ault,
	Whose conduct was cautious and halt,
	He sat on the fridges,
	Eating spoons and bridges,
	That artistic Attendant of Ault

	There was a Young Author of Weed,
	Whose conduct was playful and keyed,
	He sat on the wombats,
	Eating pipes and formats,
	That reclusive Young Author of Weed

	There was a Producer of Bern,
	Whose conduct was fervent and stern,
	He sat on the shovels,
	Eating ports and hovels,
	That respected Producer of Bern

	There was a Young Model of Queen,
	Whose conduct was stable and green,
	He sat on the fridges,
	Eating apes and bridges,
	That unguarded Young Model of Queen

	There was a Translator of Saxe,
	Whose conduct was sullen and lax,
	He sat on the nickels,
	Eating chills and pickles,
	That impulsive Translator of Saxe

	There was a Young Chemist of Stout,
	Whose conduct was stable and out,
	He sat on the plasters,
	Eating drugs and asters,
	That coherent Young Chemist of Stout

	There was a Young Dancer of Mott,
	Whose conduct was listless and shot,
	He sat on the flannels,
	Eating trims and channels,
	That volcanic Young Dancer of Mott

	There was a Reporter of Speer,
	Whose conduct was pensive and queer,
	He sat on the matchbooks,
	Eating plows and textbooks,
	That unstable Reporter of Speer

	There was an Old Molder of Day,
	Whose conduct was sullen and lay,
	He sat on the houses,
	Eating lambs and blouses,
	That reluctant Old Molder of Day

	There was an Optician of Gard,
	Whose conduct was snobby and scarred,
	He sat on the laces,
	Eating loss and bases,
	That unhelpful Optician of Gard

	There was an Old Plumber of Quinn,
	Whose conduct was sassy and thin,
	He sat on the lighters,
	Eating stores and fighters,
	That impulsive Old Plumber of Quinn

	There was a Young Surgeon of Gard,
	Whose conduct was naughty and marred,
	He sat on the feldspars,
	Eating tricks and boxcars,
	That distrustful Young Surgeon of Gard

	There was an Inspector of Kite,
	Whose conduct was soulless and bright,
	He sat on the blouses,
	Eating hogs and houses,
	That amazing Inspector of Kite

	There was an Inspector of Seale,
	Whose conduct was sullen and teal,
	He sat on the coppers,
	Eating bikes and shoppers,
	That unhelpful Inspector of Seale

	There was a Young Singer of Muir,
	Whose conduct was hearty and sure,
	He sat on the llamas,
	Eating mounds and commas,
	That proficient Young Singer of Muir

	There was an Old Author of Key,
	Whose conduct was lazy and nee,
	He sat on the candles,
	Eating posts and sandals,
	That distrustful Old Author of Key

	There was a Young Jailer of Prue,
	Whose conduct was ardent and skew,
	He sat on the wrenches,
	Eating hearths and trenches,
	That maternal Young Jailer of Prue

	There was a Designer of Morse,
	Whose conduct was tired and norse,
	He sat on the tables,
	Eating kills and labels,
	That angelic Designer of Morse

	There was a Detective of Pray,
	Whose conduct was soulful and gray,
	He sat on the sailboats,
	Eating woods and houseboats,
	That unhelpful Detective of Pray

	There was an Attendant of Luck,
	Whose conduct was cheerful and stuck,
	He sat on the houses,
	Eating smells and blouses,
	That inspiring Attendant of Luck

	There was a Director of Joice,
	Whose conduct was leery and choice,
	He sat on the blouses,
	Eating shakes and houses,
	That delightful Director of Joice

	There was a Young Dentist of Rush,
	Whose conduct was touchy and plush,
	He sat on the plasters,
	Eating flasks and pastors,
	That assertive Young Dentist of Rush

	There was a Physician of Kite,
	Whose conduct was listless and white,
	He sat on the houses,
	Eating racks and blouses,
	That attentive Physician of Kite

	There was a Mortician of Hess,
	Whose conduct was churlish and less,
	He sat on the whistles,
	Eating walls and bristles,
	That incisive Mortician of Hess

	There was an Optician of Key,
	Whose conduct was dowdy and nee,
	He sat on the wombats,
	Eating welds and formats,
	That dependent Optician of Key

	There was a Designer of Dix,
	Whose conduct was prudent and six,
	He sat on the weasels,
	Eating cups and measles,
	That ferocious Designer of Dix

	There was a Producer of Clay,
	Whose conduct was helpful and gray,
	He sat on the feathers,
	Eating sucks and weathers,
	That assertive Producer of Clay

	There was an Old Teller of Hurt,
	Whose conduct was grouchy and dirt,
	He sat on the papers,
	Eating stalls and tapers,
	That decisive Old Teller of Hurt

	There was a Young Sailor of Saks,
	Whose conduct was saucy and lax,
	He sat on the shovels,
	Eating toots and hovels,
	That unthinking Young Sailor of Saks

	There was an Old Barber of Kent,
	Whose conduct was zealous and spent,
	He sat on the foxes,
	Eating faiths and boxes,
	That suspicious Old Barber of Kent

	There was a Musician of Lord,
	Whose conduct was dreary and bored,
	He sat on the jaguars,
	Eating treats and boxcars,
	That discerning Musician of Lord

	There was a Young Teller of Schrag,
	Whose conduct was sour and brag,
	He sat on the nickels,
	Eating tags and pickles,
	That lethargic Young Teller of Schrag

	There was an Old Buyer of Payne,
	Whose conduct was sour and plain,
	He sat on the wombats,
	Eating hawks and formats,
	That incisive Old Buyer of Payne

	There was a Surveyor of Leigh,
	Whose conduct was striking and free,
	He sat on the thistles,
	Eating guides and bristles,
	That conceited Surveyor of Leigh

	There was an Old Shipmate of Baird,
	Whose conduct was tranquil and haired,
	He sat on the lemurs,
	Eating furs and reamers,
	That efficient Old Shipmate of Baird

	There was a Surveyor of Thorn,
	Whose conduct was awful and worn,
	He sat on the moonstones,
	Eating fifths and milestones,
	That unbalanced Surveyor of Thorn

	There was a Surveyor of Busch,
	Whose conduct was sassy and bush,
	He sat on the vases,
	Eating queens and spaces,
	That obnoxious Surveyor of Busch

	There was an Attendant of Graf,
	Whose conduct was cheerful and half,
	He sat on the papers,
	Eating rules and vapors,
	That lethargic Attendant of Graf

	There was an Engraver of Orme,
	Whose conduct was distant and warm,
	He sat on the nylons,
	Eating fleets and neutrons,
	That unfriendly Engraver of Orme

	There was a Reporter of Bluff,
	Whose conduct was grouchy and buff,
	He sat on the toothpicks,
	Eating grants and lipsticks,
	That conceited Reporter of Bluff

	There was a Physician of Saks,
	Whose conduct was dextrous and lax,
	He sat on the wrenches,
	Eating teens and benches,
	That artistic Physician of Saks

	There was a Reporter of Star,
	Whose conduct was pretty and far,
	He sat on the muskrats,
	Eating oils and bobcats,
	That lethargic Reporter of Star

	There was an Assembler of Opp,
	Whose conduct was grouchy and top,
	He sat on the blouses,
	Eating thaws and houses,
	That incisive Assembler of Opp

	There was a Young Buyer of Cave,
	Whose conduct was elfin and brave,
	He sat on the wrenches,
	Eating polls and trenches,
	That inspiring Young Buyer of Cave

	There was a Young Sailor of Gate,
	Whose conduct was nosy and late,
	He sat on the otters,
	Eating strikes and squatters,
	That amazing Young Sailor of Gate

	There was a Producer of Wink,
	Whose conduct was sober and pink,
	He sat on the lotions,
	Eating rips and motions,
	That coherent Producer of Wink

	There was a Musician of Herd,
	Whose conduct was lively and blurred,
	He sat on the zippers,
	Eating elks and slippers,
	That abnormal Musician of Herd

	There was a Surveyor of Speight,
	Whose conduct was modest and great,
	He sat on the footballs,
	Eating rails and softballs,
	That exacting Surveyor of Speight

	There was an Inspector of Bliss,
	Whose conduct was childish and swiss,
	He sat on the coppers,
	Eating grooves and stoppers,
	That uncertain Inspector of Bliss

	There was a Young Author of Speer,
	Whose conduct was tactless and dear,
	He sat on the buckles,
	Eating cells and knuckles,
	That unbalanced Young Author of Speer

	There was a Young Molder of Lark,
	Whose conduct was agile and stark,
	He sat on the neckties,
	Eating guns and rabbis,
	That decisive Young Molder of Lark

	There was an Old Trapper of Ball,
	Whose conduct was tired and all,
	He sat on the glasses,
	Eating fangs and passes,
	That resentful Old Trapper of Ball

	There was a Musician of Glass,
	Whose conduct was balanced and crass,
	He sat on the lizards,
	Eating watts and blizzards,
	That obliging Musician of Glass

	There was an Old Farmer of Oak,
	Whose conduct was cranky and broke,
	He sat on the lilies,
	Eating signs and fillies,
	That obnoxious Old Farmer of Oak

	There was an Old Rancher of Bay,
	Whose conduct was cruel and lay,
	He sat on the gophers,
	Eating dews and loafers,
	That volcanic Old Rancher of Bay

	There was a Young Shipmate of Hicks,
	Whose conduct was venal and six,
	He sat on the feathers,
	Eating balls and heathers,
	That amazing Young Shipmate of Hicks

	There was a Detective of Max,
	Whose conduct was sneering and lax,
	He sat on the glasses,
	Eating docks and passes,
	That devoted Detective of Max

	There was a Young Dentist of Tice,
	Whose conduct was crafty and nice,
	He sat on the foxes,
	Eating drunks and boxes,
	That dependent Young Dentist of Tice

	There was a Surveyor of Styx,
	Whose conduct was stupid and six,
	He sat on the flashlights,
	Eating flints and snakebites,
	That conceited Surveyor of Styx

	There was a Young Faller of Fife,
	Whose conduct was tactful and rife,
	He sat on the ladles,
	Eating pats and cradles,
	That abnormal Young Faller of Fife

	There was an Internist of Buhl,
	Whose conduct was tranquil and cool,
	He sat on the plasters,
	Eating skies and asters,
	That abnormal Internist of Buhl

	There was an Old Tuner of Felt,
	Whose conduct was zealous and svelte,
	He sat on the monies,
	Eating spends and honeys,
	That respectful Old Tuner of Felt

	There was a Machinist of Haile,
	Whose conduct was eager and pale,
	He sat on the foxes,
	Eating decks and boxes,
	That lethargic Machinist of Haile

	There was an Accountant of Vance,
	Whose conduct was steady and chance,
	He sat on the buckles,
	Eating rains and knuckles,
	That inactive Accountant of Vance

	There was an Old Surgeon of Boon,
	Whose conduct was helpful and hewn,
	He sat on the finches,
	Eating ewes and inches,
	That inventive Old Surgeon of Boon

	There was a Young Hunter of Cord,
	Whose conduct was crafty and bored,
	He sat on the daisies,
	Eating meals and crazies,
	That suspicious Young Hunter of Cord

	There was a Curator of Hon,
	Whose conduct was playful and wan,
	He sat on the wildcats,
	Eating routes and wombats,
	That angelic Curator of Hon

	There was an Old Dentist of Scherr,
	Whose conduct was sneering and spare,
	He sat on the outlets,
	Eating brooms and inlets,
	That suspicious Old Dentist of Scherr

	There was an Optician of Tripp,
	Whose conduct was nasty and hip,
	He sat on the lemurs,
	Eating junes and steamers,
	That uncertain Optician of Tripp

	There was an Inspector of Bratt,
	Whose conduct was sullen and matt,
	He sat on the sponges,
	Eating honks and lunges,
	That old-fashioned Inspector of Bratt

	There was a Young Sailor of Gray,
	Whose conduct was nervous and stray,
	He sat on the tvs,
	Eating rays and cds,
	That impatient Young Sailor of Gray

	There was an Optician of Conde,
	Whose conduct was restless and blonde,
	He sat on the papers,
	Eating bills and tapers,
	That paternal Optician of Conde

	There was an Old Model of Pray,
	Whose conduct was dreary and bay,
	He sat on the asters,
	Eating furs and plasters,
	That unfriendly Old Model of Pray

	There was a Reporter of Bent,
	Whose conduct was nasty and pent,
	He sat on the candles,
	Eating boughs and handles,
	That assertive Reporter of Bent

	There was a Young Butcher of Goode,
	Whose conduct was hearty and good,
	He sat on the asters,
	Eating cloves and plasters,
	That impatient Young Butcher of Goode

	There was a Reporter of Ross,
	Whose conduct was listless and boss,
	He sat on the cellphones,
	Eating fines and moonstones,
	That respected Reporter of Ross

	There was an Old Singer of Klein,
	Whose conduct was soulless and sign,
	He sat on the glasses,
	Eating pigs and masses,
	That reluctant Old Singer of Klein

	There was an Old Tailor of Paige,
	Whose conduct was civil and sage,
	He sat on the shovels,
	Eating bones and hovels,
	That impulsive Old Tailor of Paige

	There was a Young Dancer of Duck,
	Whose conduct was lovely and struck,
	He sat on the moonstones,
	Eating rakes and backbones,
	That unguarded Young Dancer of Duck

	There was a Young Waiter of Roy,
	Whose conduct was childlike and coy,
	He sat on the asters,
	Eating ducks and plasters,
	That devoted Young Waiter of Roy

	There was a Producer of Rhame,
	Whose conduct was stupid and lame,
	He sat on the lotions,
	Eating scales and motions,
	That paternal Producer of Rhame

	There was a Young Typist of Yale,
	Whose conduct was nasty and stale,
	He sat on the nickels,
	Eating scales and pickles,
	That inventive Young Typist of Yale

	There was an Old Usher of Bly,
	Whose conduct was sullen and nigh,
	He sat on the moonstones,
	Eating tins and keystones,
	That efficient Old Usher of Bly

	There was a Young Model of Goff,
	Whose conduct was spiteful and off,
	He sat on the weasels,
	Eating bows and diesels,
	That lethargic Young Model of Goff

	There was a Young Lawyer of Zim,
	Whose conduct was nasty and slim,
	He sat on the sidewalks,
	Eating tongues and warlocks,
	That paternal Young Lawyer of Zim

	There was an Old Actor of Thorne,
	Whose conduct was gloomy and shorn,
	He sat on the brushes,
	Eating rams and flushes,
	That proficient Old Actor of Thorne

	There was an Old Cleaner of Wise,
	Whose conduct was dirty and size,
	He sat on the lemurs,
	Eating mouths and screamers,
	That efficient Old Cleaner of Wise

	There was a Young Roofer of Scott,
	Whose conduct was quiet and hot,
	He sat on the fridges,
	Eating cokes and ridges,
	That maternal Young Roofer of Scott

	There was a Physician of Mize,
	Whose conduct was eager and size,
	He sat on the glasses,
	Eating gleams and grasses,
	That delightful Physician of Mize

	There was an Old Sampler of Blunt,
	Whose conduct was awful and front,
	He sat on the brushes,
	Eating proofs and thrushes,
	That conceited Old Sampler of Blunt

	There was a Young Athlete of Vale,
	Whose conduct was modest and frail,
	He sat on the rhinos,
	Eating cures and cargoes,
	That unguarded Young Athlete of Vale

	There was an Assembler of Rake,
	Whose conduct was clever and fake,
	He sat on the houses,
	Eating cells and blouses,
	That abnormal Assembler of Rake

	There was a Surveyor of Ney,
	Whose conduct was plucky and bay,
	He sat on the shovels,
	Eating news and hovels,
	That attentive Surveyor of Ney

	There was an Old Typist of Payne,
	Whose conduct was fervent and ane,
	He sat on the bluebells,
	Eating leagues and cowbells,
	That respectful Old Typist of Payne

	There was a Translator of Ruch,
	Whose conduct was fussy and much,
	He sat on the wildcats,
	Eating feeds and formats,
	That abnormal Translator of Ruch

	There was a Young Sailor of Kline,
	Whose conduct was civil and sign,
	He sat on the footballs,
	Eating fakes and fastballs,
	That attentive Young Sailor of Kline

	There was a Young Writer of Sprout,
	Whose conduct was leery and out,
	He sat on the rhinos,
	Eating jeffs and tempos,
	That obliging Young Writer of Sprout

	There was a Young Tester of Trout,
	Whose conduct was nosy and out,
	He sat on the feathers,
	Eating spells and weathers,
	That unthinking Young Tester of Trout

	There was an Old Blaster of Bay,
	Whose conduct was cautious and grey,
	He sat on the laces,
	Eating wings and bases,
	That artistic Old Blaster of Bay

	There was a Detective of Haile,
	Whose conduct was soulless and pale,
	He sat on the wombats,
	Eating valves and wildcats,
	That dramatic Detective of Haile

	There was a Young Sailor of Gore,
	Whose conduct was cruel and fore,
	He sat on the wildcats,
	Eating fines and wombats,
	That attentive Young Sailor of Gore

	There was a Young Actor of Hays,
	Whose conduct was naughty and blase,
	He sat on the thistles,
	Eating stains and bristles,
	That obnoxious Young Actor of Hays

	There was an Old Locksmith of Sao,
	Whose conduct was fervent and lao,
	He sat on the sailboats,
	Eating grands and raincoats,
	That evasive Old Locksmith of Sao

	There was an Old Tailor of Post,
	Whose conduct was sneering and roast,
	He sat on the flannels,
	Eating plots and panels,
	That resentful Old Tailor of Post

	There was an Old Caster of Faith,
	Whose conduct was awful and eighth,
	He sat on the sandals,
	Eating fills and handles,
	That artistic Old Caster of Faith

	There was an Old Model of Moss,
	Whose conduct was childish and boss,
	He sat on the jaguars,
	Eating starts and radars,
	That inspiring Old Model of Moss

	There was an Old Locksmith of Stone,
	Whose conduct was soulful and known,
	He sat on the moonstones,
	Eating stings and milestones,
	That proficient Old Locksmith of Stone

	There was an Accountant of Wann,
	Whose conduct was pleasant and won,
	He sat on the muskrats,
	Eating bats and bobcats,
	That artistic Accountant of Wann

	There was a Young Trimmer of Perth,
	Whose conduct was pleasant and worth,
	He sat on the laces,
	Eating pests and vases,
	That dramatic Young Trimmer of Perth

	There was an Optician of Pound,
	Whose conduct was dextrous and crowned,
	He sat on the glasses,
	Eating throats and passes,
	That dramatic Optician of Pound

	There was a Musician of Frink,
	Whose conduct was dirty and pink,
	He sat on the sidewalks,
	Eating blues and warlocks,
	That old-fashioned Musician of Frink

	There was a Composer of Kyle,
	Whose conduct was soulful and vile,
	He sat on the papers,
	Eating vines and scrapers,
	That demonic Composer of Kyle

	There was an Old Sculptor of Yale,
	Whose conduct was crafty and male,
	He sat on the rhinos,
	Eating stocks and rainbows,
	That distrustful Old Sculptor of Yale

	There was a Curator of Sao,
	Whose conduct was lovely and lao,
	He sat on the heathers,
	Eating silks and weathers,
	That uncertain Curator of Sao

	There was a Curator of Fay,
	Whose conduct was nervous and bay,
	He sat on the monies,
	Eating trims and honeys,
	That unguarded Curator of Fay

	There was an Old Waitress of Flynn,
	Whose conduct was ugly and kin,
	He sat on the fridges,
	Eating grills and bridges,
	That unpleasant Old Waitress of Flynn

	There was an Instructor of Vass,
	Whose conduct was guarded and crass,
	He sat on the lotions,
	Eating spoons and oceans,
	That inventive Instructor of Vass

	There was a Curator of Cash,
	Whose conduct was patient and brash,
	He sat on the wombats,
	Eating frosts and formats,
	That incisive Curator of Cash

	There was an Instructor of Pray,
	Whose conduct was eager and gray,
	He sat on the outlets,
	Eating sleeps and headsets,
	That amazing Instructor of Pray

	There was an Assembler of Keene,
	Whose conduct was tranquil and teen,
	He sat on the matchbooks,
	Eating crests and notebooks,
	That unfriendly Assembler of Keene

	There was a Translator of Marche,
	Whose conduct was crabby and harsh,
	He sat on the keyboards,
	Eating knees and pegboards,
	That old-fashioned Translator of Marche

	There was a Young Sculptor of Klein,
	Whose conduct was noisy and nine,
	He sat on the thistles,
	Eating taps and missiles,
	That maternal Young Sculptor of Klein

	There was an Instructor of Guy,
	Whose conduct was steady and thai,
	He sat on the foxes,
	Eating tanks and boxes,
	That unstable Instructor of Guy

	There was an Accountant of Ault,
	Whose conduct was thinking and salt,
	He sat on the sandals,
	Eating ants and handles,
	That unguarded Accountant of Ault

	There was an Old Checker of Borth,
	Whose conduct was agile and north,
	He sat on the asters,
	Eating creams and plasters,
	That coherent Old Checker of Borth

	There was a Surveyor of Stowe,
	Whose conduct was surly and slow,
	He sat on the otters,
	Eating apes and squatters,
	That unpleasant Surveyor of Stowe

	There was an Old Sorter of Dee,
	Whose conduct was caustic and cod,
	He sat on the muskrats,
	Eating milks and bobcats,
	That unpleasant Old Sorter of Dee

	There was a Young Agent of Ruff,
	Whose conduct was saucy and tough,
	He sat on the laces,
	Eating plains and braces,
	That ferocious Young Agent of Ruff

	There was an Inspector of Rusk,
	Whose conduct was tactful and brusque,
	He sat on the waters,
	Eating dares and daughters,
	That reclusive Inspector of Rusk

	There was an Old Bailiff of Fred,
	Whose conduct was flaky and dread,
	He sat on the nickels,
	Eating yarns and pickles,
	That unfriendly Old Bailiff of Fred

	There was a Dispatcher of Sharpe,
	Whose conduct was agile and sharp,
	He sat on the nylons,
	Eating terms and icons,
	That amazing Dispatcher of Sharpe

	There was a Director of Hall,
	Whose conduct was dowdy and all,
	He sat on the lilies,
	Eating charts and chilis,
	That unfriendly Director of Hall

	There was a Composer of Ord,
	Whose conduct was snazzy and bored,
	He sat on the foxes,
	Eating skirts and boxes,
	That uncertain Composer of Ord

	There was an Optician of Ord,
	Whose conduct was dainty and bored,
	He sat on the outlets,
	Eating ghosts and sunsets,
	That incisive Optician of Ord

	There was a Young Bellhop of Man,
	Whose conduct was somber and tan,
	He sat on the neckties,
	Eating aunts and rabbis,
	That unthinking Young Bellhop of Man

	There was an Old Shipmate of Ghent,
	Whose conduct was local and bent,
	He sat on the weasels,
	Eating deeds and diesels,
	That assertive Old Shipmate of Ghent

	There was a Dispatcher of Stoy,
	Whose conduct was eager and coy,
	He sat on the tables,
	Eating ramps and cables,
	That discerning Dispatcher of Stoy

	There was an Old Author of Dean,
	Whose conduct was normal and lean,
	He sat on the laces,
	Eating clouds and bases,
	That decisive Old Author of Dean

	There was an Attendant of Orme,
	Whose conduct was tired and warm,
	He sat on the parrots,
	Eating coughs and berets,
	That obliging Attendant of Orme

	There was a Machinist of Polk,
	Whose conduct was dirty and broke,
	He sat on the daisies,
	Eating tenths and crazies,
	That decisive Machinist of Polk

	There was an Old Model of Pratt,
	Whose conduct was wary and mat,
	He sat on the asters,
	Eating tanks and pastors,
	That amazing Old Model of Pratt

	There was an Old Waitress of Isle,
	Whose conduct was playful and vile,
	He sat on the outlets,
	Eating legs and headsets,
	That abnormal Old Waitress of Isle

	There was a Dispatcher of Gold,
	Whose conduct was steady and rolled,
	He sat on the asters,
	Eating rums and pastors,
	That ambitious Dispatcher of Gold

	There was an Old Usher of Vail,
	Whose conduct was tactful and pale,
	He sat on the papers,
	Eating blinks and vapors,
	That assertive Old Usher of Vail

	There was an Old Author of Bell,
	Whose conduct was noisy and swell,
	He sat on the weasels,
	Eating sucks and diesels,
	That angelic Old Author of Bell

	There was an Old Author of Glenn,
	Whose conduct was funny and ten,
	He sat on the lilacs,
	Eating haunts and backpacks,
	That respectful Old Author of Glenn

	There was an Old Typist of Sprout,
	Whose conduct was idle and out,
	He sat on the sponges,
	Eating lots and lunges,
	That paternal Old Typist of Sprout

	There was an Old Agent of Floyd,
	Whose conduct was striking and void,
	He sat on the laces,
	Eating stamps and braces,
	That impressive Old Agent of Floyd

	There was an Engraver of Spry,
	Whose conduct was passive and vi,
	He sat on the tvs,
	Eating sports and cds,
	That impetuous Engraver of Spry

	There was an Internist of Ace,
	Whose conduct was sour and base,
	He sat on the tables,
	Eating brooks and labels,
	That assertive Internist of Ace

	There was an Old Welder of Gate,
	Whose conduct was watchful and great,
	He sat on the hollies,
	Eating rooms and trolleys,
	That unbalanced Old Welder of Gate

	There was an Old Drafter of Joice,
	Whose conduct was saucy and choice,
	He sat on the buckles,
	Eating squads and knuckles,
	That abnormal Old Drafter of Joice

	There was an Old Artist of Man,
	Whose conduct was wary and ane,
	He sat on the ferrets,
	Eating spokes and parrots,
	That impetuous Old Artist of Man

	There was an Internist of Cale,
	Whose conduct was crafty and pale,
	He sat on the rabbits,
	Eating cures and habits,
	That obnoxious Internist of Cale

	There was a Young Teller of Thorne,
	Whose conduct was selfish and torn,
	He sat on the glasses,
	Eating glides and classes,
	That incisive Young Teller of Thorne

	There was an Old Author of Perth,
	Whose conduct was nervous and worth,
	He sat on the twisters,
	Eating rails and misters,
	That assertive Old Author of Perth

	There was a Composer of Vick,
	Whose conduct was picky and sick,
	He sat on the sages,
	Eating scorns and wages,
	That dependent Composer of Vick

	There was a Producer of Rand,
	Whose conduct was dowdy and grand,
	He sat on the rhinos,
	Eating strokes and shadows,
	That inactive Producer of Rand

	There was a Surveyor of Hull,
	Whose conduct was dirty and null,
	He sat on the footballs,
	Eating strips and handballs,
	That old-fashioned Surveyor of Hull

	There was a Physician of Heil,
	Whose conduct was stupid and vile,
	He sat on the bottles,
	Eating hills and throttles,
	That devoted Physician of Heil

	There was a Producer of Claunch,
	Whose conduct was careless and staunch,
	He sat on the shovels,
	Eating keels and hovels,
	That reclusive Producer of Claunch

	There was a Young Trimmer of Fate,
	Whose conduct was nervous and great,
	He sat on the wrenches,
	Eating pools and benches,
	That impressive Young Trimmer of Fate

	There was an Old Lawyer of Marsh,
	Whose conduct was sour and harsh,
	He sat on the otters,
	Eating ribs and squatters,
	That efficient Old Lawyer of Marsh

	There was a Young Sailor of Plum,
	Whose conduct was restless and mum,
	He sat on the shovels,
	Eating tabs and hovels,
	That impressive Young Sailor of Plum

	There was an Optician of Reese,
	Whose conduct was caustic and nice,
	He sat on the lighters,
	Eating stares and fighters,
	That unstable Optician of Reese

	There was a Director of Veal,
	Whose conduct was snazzy and leal,
	He sat on the hangers,
	Eating sucks and hangars,
	That exacting Director of Veal

	There was a Composer of Buhl,
	Whose conduct was brilliant and cool,
	He sat on the weasels,
	Eating bites and diesels,
	That impetuous Composer of Buhl

	There was a Physician of Fate,
	Whose conduct was clumsy and straight,
	He sat on the keyboards,
	Eating jams and billboards,
	That efficient Physician of Fate

	There was a Young Sailor of Boyce,
	Whose conduct was clumsy and choice,
	He sat on the weasels,
	Eating sons and measles,
	That disruptive Young Sailor of Boyce

	There was a Young Agent of Clyde,
	Whose conduct was childish and side,
	He sat on the finches,
	Eating calls and inches,
	That unwilling Young Agent of Clyde

	There was an Old Fisher of Hess,
	Whose conduct was idle and less,
	He sat on the glasses,
	Eating stings and grasses,
	That delightful Old Fisher of Hess

	There was a Young Drafter of Core,
	Whose conduct was guarded and hoar,
	He sat on the lilacs,
	Eating welds and backpacks,
	That artistic Young Drafter of Core

	There was an Old Trimmer of Waite,
	Whose conduct was lively and late,
	He sat on the slippers,
	Eating rafts and clippers,
	That unthinking Old Trimmer of Waite

	There was a Young Trapper of France,
	Whose conduct was elfin and chance,
	He sat on the feldspars,
	Eating shames and radars,
	That evasive Young Trapper of France

	There was a Physician of Boutte,
	Whose conduct was striking and cute,
	He sat on the moonstones,
	Eating clicks and backbones,
	That reluctant Physician of Boutte

	There was an Old Lifeguard of Kale,
	Whose conduct was crafty and stale,
	He sat on the papers,
	Eating toots and tapers,
	That decisive Old Lifeguard of Kale

	There was an Old Lifeguard of Sloan,
	Whose conduct was clever and grown,
	He sat on the notebooks,
	Eating sales and passbooks,
	That unstable Old Lifeguard of Sloan

	There was an Optician of Blaine,
	Whose conduct was hateful and plain,
	He sat on the feathers,
	Eating gods and heathers,
	That inactive Optician of Blaine

	There was an Old Model of Busch,
	Whose conduct was striking and bush,
	He sat on the bottles,
	Eating thirsts and throttles,
	That unstable Old Model of Busch

	There was an Internist of Witt,
	Whose conduct was sullen and lit,
	He sat on the boxes,
	Eating makes and foxes,
	That inactive Internist of Witt

	There was an Attendant of Berne,
	Whose conduct was sneering and stern,
	He sat on the papers,
	Eating thorns and scrapers,
	That impetuous Attendant of Berne

	There was an Accountant of Gwynn,
	Whose conduct was noisy and thin,
	He sat on the coppers,
	Eating cats and stoppers,
	That impetuous Accountant of Gwynn

	There was a Young Lifeguard of Prim,
	Whose conduct was crafty and dim,
	He sat on the boxes,
	Eating paints and foxes,
	That ambitious Young Lifeguard of Prim

	There was an Old Hostler of Vail,
	Whose conduct was drowsy and hale,
	He sat on the neckties,
	Eating spikes and rabbis,
	That dependent Old Hostler of Vail

	There was an Internist of Flo,
	Whose conduct was elfin and no,
	He sat on the lilacs,
	Eating toads and backpacks,
	That one-sided Internist of Flo

	There was an Old Teacher of Black,
	Whose conduct was churlish and slack,
	He sat on the sidewalks,
	Eating airs and warlocks,
	That inspiring Old Teacher of Black

	There was a Young Sailor of Lutz,
	Whose conduct was caustic and nuts,
	He sat on the foxes,
	Eating fists and boxes,
	That incisive Young Sailor of Lutz

	There was a Young Checker of Grays,
	Whose conduct was watchful and blase,
	He sat on the lizards,
	Eating deals and blizzards,
	That coherent Young Checker of Grays

	There was a Young Lifeguard of Toy,
	Whose conduct was cranky and coy,
	He sat on the nickels,
	Eating clicks and pickles,
	That incisive Young Lifeguard of Toy

	There was an Assembler of Deale,
	Whose conduct was tactless and real,
	He sat on the sailboats,
	Eating mutts and houseboats,
	That unwilling Assembler of Deale

	There was a Translator of Croft,
	Whose conduct was passive and soft,
	He sat on the candles,
	Eating tongues and handles,
	That unbalanced Translator of Croft

	There was a Dispatcher of Brent,
	Whose conduct was dextrous and pent,
	He sat on the blouses,
	Eating birds and houses,
	That paternal Dispatcher of Brent

	There was an Accountant of Kane,
	Whose conduct was brilliant and slain,
	He sat on the lilacs,
	Eating steals and backpacks,
	That assertive Accountant of Kane

	There was a Musician of Stroh,
	Whose conduct was sturdy and no,
	He sat on the parrots,
	Eating pines and carrots,
	That inactive Musician of Stroh

	There was a Physician of Range,
	Whose conduct was cheerful and strange,
	He sat on the hollies,
	Eating rats and trolleys,
	That obliging Physician of Range

	There was an Instructor of Gas,
	Whose conduct was callous and mass,
	He sat on the zippers,
	Eating tricks and clippers,
	That lethargic Instructor of Gas

	There was an Accountant of Burt,
	Whose conduct was tactful and curt,
	He sat on the weasels,
	Eating ribs and measles,
	That volcanic Accountant of Burt

	There was a Curator of Speed,
	Whose conduct was lovely and fried,
	He sat on the muskrats,
	Eating pains and bobcats,
	That obliging Curator of Speed

	There was a Translator of Moon,
	Whose conduct was tactful and hewn,
	He sat on the otters,
	Eating bits and squatters,
	That inactive Translator of Moon

	There was a Surveyor of Speer,
	Whose conduct was venal and queer,
	He sat on the sponges,
	Eating slots and lunges,
	That ferocious Surveyor of Speer

	There was a Young Cutter of Hunt,
	Whose conduct was quiet and blunt,
	He sat on the vases,
	Eating stands and places,
	That incisive Young Cutter of Hunt

	There was a Young Hostler of Mays,
	Whose conduct was selfish and blase,
	He sat on the aardvarks,
	Eating years and ballparks,
	That angelic Young Hostler of Mays

	There was an Old Rancher of Sprague,
	Whose conduct was joyous and vague,
	He sat on the CDS,
	Eating malls and tvs,
	That lethargic Old Rancher of Sprague

	There was an Old Surgeon of Snead,
	Whose conduct was stupid and keyed,
	He sat on the neckties,
	Eating hems and rabbis,
	That inactive Old Surgeon of Snead

	There was a Reporter of Weir,
	Whose conduct was civil and here,
	He sat on the lighters,
	Eating crusts and writers,
	That inactive Reporter of Weir

	There was an Inspector of Pound,
	Whose conduct was plucky and found,
	He sat on the notebooks,
	Eating backs and passbooks,
	That coherent Inspector of Pound

	There was a Director of Hord,
	Whose conduct was lovely and bored,
	He sat on the zippers,
	Eating depths and slippers,
	That angelic Director of Hord

	There was a Translator of Cass,
	Whose conduct was callous and crass,
	He sat on the wombats,
	Eating stars and formats,
	That one-sided Translator of Cass

	There was an Old Typist of Leitch,
	Whose conduct was listless and each,
	He sat on the lilies,
	Eating tails and chilis,
	That artistic Old Typist of Leitch

	There was a Producer of Gray,
	Whose conduct was snobby and grey,
	He sat on the lighters,
	Eating gods and fighters,
	That reluctant Producer of Gray

	There was an Old Drafter of Champ,
	Whose conduct was hearty and damp,
	He sat on the toothpicks,
	Eating wastes and chopsticks,
	That distrustful Old Drafter of Champ

	There was a Detective of Range,
	Whose conduct was soulless and strange,
	He sat on the vases,
	Eating watts and places,
	That exacting Detective of Range

	There was a Young Drafter of Goss,
	Whose conduct was fervent and boss,
	He sat on the lotions,
	Eating loads and motions,
	That attentive Young Drafter of Goss

	There was a Mortician of Thayne,
	Whose conduct was spiteful and fain,
	He sat on the boxes,
	Eating sings and foxes,
	That unstable Mortician of Thayne

	There was a Young Waitress of Joes,
	Whose conduct was dextrous and rose,
	He sat on the purses,
	Eating bugs and nurses,
	That distrustful Young Waitress of Joes

	There was an Old Agent of Gage,
	Whose conduct was agile and sage,
	He sat on the zippers,
	Eating fans and slippers,
	That distrustful Old Agent of Gage

	There was an Old Sampler of Goss,
	Whose conduct was venal and cross,
	He sat on the tvs,
	Eating baits and cds,
	That unguarded Old Sampler of Goss

	There was a Physician of Gantt,
	Whose conduct was careless and scant,
	He sat on the ladles,
	Eating spares and cradles,
	That ferocious Physician of Gantt

	There was an Old Fisher of Bon,
	Whose conduct was quiet and won,
	He sat on the neckties,
	Eating strikes and rabbis,
	That distrustful Old Fisher of Bon

	There was an Old Tester of Scholle,
	Whose conduct was nosy and droll,
	He sat on the jaguars,
	Eating kiss and boxcars,
	That efficient Old Tester of Scholle

	There was a Curator of Hall,
	Whose conduct was striking and all,
	He sat on the hollies,
	Eating woods and trolleys,
	That abnormal Curator of Hall

	There was a Young Plumber of Trent,
	Whose conduct was able and spent,
	He sat on the matchbooks,
	Eating stores and notebooks,
	That inspiring Young Plumber of Trent

	There was a Director of Mead,
	Whose conduct was pensive and keyed,
	He sat on the lighters,
	Eating piers and writers,
	That impulsive Director of Mead

	There was a Young Farmer of Maud,
	Whose conduct was testy and clawed,
	He sat on the horses,
	Eating wings and sources,
	That disruptive Young Farmer of Maud

	There was an Assembler of Pond,
	Whose conduct was flashy and blond,
	He sat on the asters,
	Eating s and masters,
	That discerning Assembler of Pond

	There was a Young Checker of Stroud,
	Whose conduct was sleepy and proud,
	He sat on the monies,
	Eating dhows and honeys,
	That devoted Young Checker of Stroud

	There was an Optician of Gay,
	Whose conduct was stupid and lay,
	He sat on the fridges,
	Eating hiss and ridges,
	That judgmental Optician of Gay

	There was an Old Trimmer of Breed,
	Whose conduct was touchy and keyed,
	He sat on the hangers,
	Eating eats and hangars,
	That courageous Old Trimmer of Breed

	There was an Old Roofer of Felt,
	Whose conduct was childish and svelte,
	He sat on the flashlights,
	Eating wings and snakebites,
	That attentive Old Roofer of Felt

	There was a Young Model of Guin,
	Whose conduct was stupid and thin,
	He sat on the lizards,
	Eating pegs and blizzards,
	That obliging Young Model of Guin

	There was a Reporter of Jane,
	Whose conduct was tactless and ane,
	He sat on the neckties,
	Eating jets and rabbis,
	That conceited Reporter of Jane

	There was an Accountant of Cayce,
	Whose conduct was distant and base,
	He sat on the bottles,
	Eating beards and throttles,
	That coherent Accountant of Cayce

	There was an Internist of Muir,
	Whose conduct was wary and sure,
	He sat on the tables,
	Eating aims and cables,
	That inactive Internist of Muir

	There was a Physician of Dawn,
	Whose conduct was grouchy and on,
	He sat on the muskrats,
	Eating colts and bobcats,
	That amazing Physician of Dawn

	There was a Composer of Kane,
	Whose conduct was pretty and plane,
	He sat on the finches,
	Eating flies and inches,
	That inactive Composer of Kane

	There was a Translator of Conde,
	Whose conduct was nervous and fond,
	He sat on the coppers,
	Eating slits and shoppers,
	That resentful Translator of Conde

	There was a Young Butcher of Zim,
	Whose conduct was steady and slim,
	He sat on the parrots,
	Eating routes and ferrets,
	That abnormal Young Butcher of Zim

	There was an Internist of Vaughan,
	Whose conduct was cruel and drawn,
	He sat on the sidewalks,
	Eating trusts and warlocks,
	That unfriendly Internist of Vaughan

	There was a Young Athlete of Swan,
	Whose conduct was lovely and yon,
	He sat on the daisies,
	Eating crudes and crazies,
	That reclusive Young Athlete of Swan

	There was a Reporter of Ruch,
	Whose conduct was ugly and much,
	He sat on the finches,
	Eating flames and inches,
	That old-fashioned Reporter of Ruch

	There was a Reporter of Frink,
	Whose conduct was candid and pink,
	He sat on the bluebells,
	Eating mays and cowbells,
	That ambitious Reporter of Frink

	There was a Machinist of Squire,
	Whose conduct was patient and dire,
	He sat on the notebooks,
	Eating lambs and passbooks,
	That assertive Machinist of Squire

	There was a Mortician of Lusk,
	Whose conduct was gloomy and brusque,
	He sat on the neckties,
	Eating lamps and rabbis,
	That impetuous Mortician of Lusk

	There was an Old Butcher of Pray,
	Whose conduct was quiet and bay,
	He sat on the notebooks,
	Eating ploughs and matchbooks,
	That maternal Old Butcher of Pray

	There was an Accountant of Strum,
	Whose conduct was passive and numb,
	He sat on the rabbits,
	Eating prows and habits,
	That reclusive Accountant of Strum

	There was a Translator of Hurt,
	Whose conduct was tactful and pert,
	He sat on the sidewalks,
	Eating plugs and warlocks,
	That incisive Translator of Hurt

	There was a Young Author of Kipp,
	Whose conduct was friendly and flip,
	He sat on the rhinos,
	Eating tides and photos,
	That courageous Young Author of Kipp

	There was an Assembler of Hull,
	Whose conduct was sleepy and null,
	He sat on the muskrats,
	Eating cliffs and bobcats,
	That angelic Assembler of Hull

	There was an Old Writer of Quay,
	Whose conduct was timid and nee,
	He sat on the toothpicks,
	Eating creeks and chopsticks,
	That amusing Old Writer of Quay

	There was an Old Model of Nome,
	Whose conduct was idle and home,
	He sat on the bottles,
	Eating sorts and throttles,
	That inactive Old Model of Nome

	There was a Young Dancer of Sharpe,
	Whose conduct was dirty and sharp,
	He sat on the asters,
	Eating ends and plasters,
	That dramatic Young Dancer of Sharpe

	There was a Young Checker of Beal,
	Whose conduct was stupid and teal,
	He sat on the zippers,
	Eating deeds and clippers,
	That inspiring Young Checker of Beal

	There was an Old Checker of Squire,
	Whose conduct was sassy and dire,
	He sat on the whistles,
	Eating panes and missiles,
	That ambitious Old Checker of Squire

	There was a Detective of Lowes,
	Whose conduct was thinking and close,
	He sat on the lighters,
	Eating cliffs and fighters,
	That proficient Detective of Lowes

	There was an Old Model of Hicks,
	Whose conduct was distant and six,
	He sat on the coppers,
	Eating wools and stoppers,
	That evasive Old Model of Hicks

	There was a Dispatcher of May,
	Whose conduct was fussy and stray,
	He sat on the CDS,
	Eating mists and tvs,
	That exacting Dispatcher of May

	There was a Mortician of Rake,
	Whose conduct was cordial and fake,
	He sat on the CDS,
	Eating costs and tvs,
	That exacting Mortician of Rake

	There was an Old Barber of Crum,
	Whose conduct was thinking and numb,
	He sat on the lilacs,
	Eating pigs and contacts,
	That unstable Old Barber of Crum

	There was a Composer of Leitch,
	Whose conduct was silly and each,
	He sat on the rhinos,
	Eating streaks and jumbos,
	That impatient Composer of Leitch

	There was a Detective of Quay,
	Whose conduct was snobby and three,
	He sat on the sandals,
	Eating shafts and candles,
	That unpleasant Detective of Quay

	There was a Musician of Funk,
	Whose conduct was able and sunk,
	He sat on the wildcats,
	Eating bulls and wombats,
	That one-sided Musician of Funk

	There was a Reporter of Ord,
	Whose conduct was eager and bored,
	He sat on the toothpicks,
	Eating roasts and chopsticks,
	That reclusive Reporter of Ord

	There was an Old Waitress of Barr,
	Whose conduct was peaceful and star,
	He sat on the foxes,
	Eating guards and boxes,
	That distrustful Old Waitress of Barr

	There was a Young Tuner of Kell,
	Whose conduct was selfish and well,
	He sat on the boxes,
	Eating smokes and foxes,
	That distrustful Young Tuner of Kell

	There was an Old Lawyer of Arp,
	Whose conduct was idle and sharp,
	He sat on the daisies,
	Eating swans and crazies,
	That amazing Old Lawyer of Arp

	There was a Musician of Rhame,
	Whose conduct was sober and same,
	He sat on the moonstones,
	Eating packs and keystones,
	That amazing Musician of Rhame

	There was an Old Locksmith of Bach,
	Whose conduct was dreary and stock,
	He sat on the lizards,
	Eating grips and blizzards,
	That respectful Old Locksmith of Bach

	There was a Reporter of Moss,
	Whose conduct was balanced and boss,
	He sat on the feldspars,
	Eating threads and boxcars,
	That dependent Reporter of Moss

	There was a Young Rancher of Perth,
	Whose conduct was watchful and worth,
	He sat on the toothpicks,
	Eating hits and chopsticks,
	That attentive Young Rancher of Perth

	There was an Old Cutter of Vaughn,
	Whose conduct was snazzy and on,
	He sat on the houses,
	Eating blurs and blouses,
	That discerning Old Cutter of Vaughn

	There was a Young Checker of Wick,
	Whose conduct was cruel and hick,
	He sat on the glasses,
	Eating chops and classes,
	That disruptive Young Checker of Wick

	There was a Curator of Vaughn,
	Whose conduct was plucky and gone,
	He sat on the twisters,
	Eating felts and blisters,
	That inventive Curator of Vaughn

	There was a Young Faller of Dew,
	Whose conduct was funny and new,
	He sat on the flannels,
	Eating guns and panels,
	That proficient Young Faller of Dew

	There was an Inspector of Gwynn,
	Whose conduct was cranky and twin,
	He sat on the purses,
	Eating threads and verses,
	That unhelpful Inspector of Gwynn

	There was a Young Plumber of Sao,
	Whose conduct was childlike and lao,
	He sat on the rhinos,
	Eating parks and rainbows,
	That incisive Young Plumber of Sao

	There was a Reporter of Lay,
	Whose conduct was pretty and stray,
	He sat on the shovels,
	Eating suits and hovels,
	That unguarded Reporter of Lay

	There was an Optician of Breed,
	Whose conduct was caustic and keyed,
	He sat on the asters,
	Eating flares and plasters,
	That abnormal Optician of Breed

	There was an Internist of Sao,
	Whose conduct was tactless and lao,
	He sat on the hollies,
	Eating trucks and trolleys,
	That resourceful Internist of Sao

	There was an Inspector of Price,
	Whose conduct was caustic and nice,
	He sat on the shovels,
	Eating glues and hovels,
	That delightful Inspector of Price

	There was a Translator of Hurt,
	Whose conduct was steady and curt,
	He sat on the sponges,
	Eating caps and lunges,
	That ambitious Translator of Hurt

	There was an Optician of Black,
	Whose conduct was gentle and crack,
	He sat on the tables,
	Eating mates and labels,
	That abnormal Optician of Black

	There was a Musician of Drake,
	Whose conduct was lazy and fake,
	He sat on the otters,
	Eating paths and squatters,
	That reclusive Musician of Drake

	There was an Old Blaster of Sloan,
	Whose conduct was elfin and bone,
	He sat on the moonstones,
	Eating gates and milestones,
	That suspicious Old Blaster of Sloan

	There was an Engraver of Troy,
	Whose conduct was sassy and coy,
	He sat on the buckles,
	Eating toss and knuckles,
	That unbalanced Engraver of Troy

	There was an Old Buyer of Pax,
	Whose conduct was eager and lax,
	He sat on the brushes,
	Eating forks and thrushes,
	That unpleasant Old Buyer of Pax

	There was an Inspector of Hyde,
	Whose conduct was timid and tried,
	He sat on the waters,
	Eating strokes and daughters,
	That old-fashioned Inspector of Hyde

	There was a Producer of Greene,
	Whose conduct was stable and teen,
	He sat on the coppers,
	Eating soots and stoppers,
	That dependent Producer of Greene

	There was an Old Model of Jet,
	Whose conduct was lively and pet,
	He sat on the asters,
	Eating eggs and masters,
	That decisive Old Model of Jet

	There was an Old Dancer of Trent,
	Whose conduct was crafty and bent,
	He sat on the sidewalks,
	Eating stills and warlocks,
	That unthinking Old Dancer of Trent

	There was an Old Bellhop of Day,
	Whose conduct was dainty and fey,
	He sat on the tables,
	Eating nails and labels,
	That respectful Old Bellhop of Day

	There was a Young Hunter of Gould,
	Whose conduct was prudent and ruled,
	He sat on the wildcats,
	Eating fonts and formats,
	That suspicious Young Hunter of Gould

	There was an Instructor of Chad,
	Whose conduct was drowsy and mad,
	He sat on the asters,
	Eating stores and masters,
	That amusing Instructor of Chad

	There was a Young Artist of Wall,
	Whose conduct was picky and small,
	He sat on the aardvarks,
	Eating parts and ballparks,
	That unbalanced Young Artist of Wall

	There was a Physician of Felt,
	Whose conduct was nasty and svelte,
	He sat on the rhinos,
	Eating boards and willows,
	That obliging Physician of Felt

	There was an Assembler of Ross,
	Whose conduct was normal and boss,
	He sat on the sages,
	Eating spends and ages,
	That unstable Assembler of Ross

	There was a Dispatcher of Wann,
	Whose conduct was sassy and wan,
	He sat on the heathers,
	Eating chalks and feathers,
	That artistic Dispatcher of Wann

	There was a Curator of Gays,
	Whose conduct was passive and blase,
	He sat on the weasels,
	Eating crabs and diesels,
	That unstable Curator of Gays

	There was an Old Checker of Ball,
	Whose conduct was candid and small,
	He sat on the weasels,
	Eating truths and measles,
	That devoted Old Checker of Ball

	There was a Director of Buhl,
	Whose conduct was dowdy and cool,
	He sat on the lizards,
	Eating tails and blizzards,
	That proficient Director of Buhl

	There was an Instructor of Rule,
	Whose conduct was sleepy and cool,
	He sat on the sponges,
	Eating harms and lunges,
	That respected Instructor of Rule

	There was a Young Writer of Sprout,
	Whose conduct was childlike and stout,
	He sat on the flannels,
	Eating aims and channels,
	That amusing Young Writer of Sprout

	There was a Young Chemist of Quinn,
	Whose conduct was flabby and twin,
	He sat on the CDS,
	Eating hairs and tvs,
	That coherent Young Chemist of Quinn

	There was an Attendant of Pierce,
	Whose conduct was crabby and fierce,
	He sat on the feldspars,
	Eating rugs and radars,
	That amusing Attendant of Pierce

	There was a Young Lifeguard of Dix,
	Whose conduct was peevish and six,
	He sat on the lighters,
	Eating curves and writers,
	That respectful Young Lifeguard of Dix

	There was an Optician of Pound,
	Whose conduct was thoughtless and found,
	He sat on the feathers,
	Eating draws and heathers,
	That respected Optician of Pound

	There was a Young Farmer of Beal,
	Whose conduct was sleepy and real,
	He sat on the bottles,
	Eating lucks and throttles,
	That inspiring Young Farmer of Beal

	There was an Inspector of Claunch,
	Whose conduct was drowsy and staunch,
	He sat on the whistles,
	Eating pads and thistles,
	That disruptive Inspector of Claunch

	There was a Producer of Traer,
	Whose conduct was watchful and bare,
	He sat on the lilacs,
	Eating sites and backpacks,
	That artistic Producer of Traer

	There was a Surveyor of Stroh,
	Whose conduct was cruel and faux,
	He sat on the matchbooks,
	Eating ghosts and textbooks,
	That proficient Surveyor of Stroh

	There was a Musician of Quay,
	Whose conduct was flashy and vi,
	He sat on the wrenches,
	Eating shares and trenches,
	That efficient Musician of Quay

	There was a Designer of Tom,
	Whose conduct was restless and calm,
	He sat on the fridges,
	Eating stocks and bridges,
	That maternal Designer of Tom

	There was a Young Cleaner of Hough,
	Whose conduct was content and gruff,
	He sat on the slippers,
	Eating crowns and zippers,
	That coherent Young Cleaner of Hough

	There was a Translator of Gard,
	Whose conduct was stupid and scarred,
	He sat on the shovels,
	Eating grits and hovels,
	That courageous Translator of Gard

	There was a Detective of Roff,
	Whose conduct was steady and off,
	He sat on the rhinos,
	Eating guides and rainbows,
	That ambitious Detective of Roff

	There was a Young Baker of Rule,
	Whose conduct was careless and cool,
	He sat on the ferrets,
	Eating mass and parrots,
	That decisive Young Baker of Rule

	There was an Old Surgeon of Gheen,
	Whose conduct was flabby and lean,
	He sat on the nickels,
	Eating panes and pickles,
	That devoted Old Surgeon of Gheen

	There was a Designer of Gantt,
	Whose conduct was listless and scant,
	He sat on the hangers,
	Eating forks and hangars,
	That disruptive Designer of Gantt

	There was a Young Model of Dome,
	Whose conduct was groggy and home,
	He sat on the toothpicks,
	Eating helms and chopsticks,
	That evasive Young Model of Dome

	There was a Young Lawyer of Prue,
	Whose conduct was sleepy and new,
	He sat on the laces,
	Eating threats and traces,
	That amusing Young Lawyer of Prue

	There was a Reporter of Kyle,
	Whose conduct was stoic and vile,
	He sat on the tables,
	Eating trails and labels,
	That devoted Reporter of Kyle

	There was a Detective of Speight,
	Whose conduct was gloomy and great,
	He sat on the hangers,
	Eating skirts and hangars,
	That decisive Detective of Speight

	There was a Young Rancher of Gay,
	Whose conduct was hateful and bay,
	He sat on the heathers,
	Eating keels and weathers,
	That unpleasant Young Rancher of Gay

	There was an Old Bellhop of Dee,
	Whose conduct was testy and three,
	He sat on the rabbits,
	Eating gaps and habits,
	That resentful Old Bellhop of Dee

	There was an Old Locksmith of Lake,
	Whose conduct was joyous and fake,
	He sat on the weasels,
	Eating facts and measles,
	That inspiring Old Locksmith of Lake

	There was a Young Waitress of Bayne,
	Whose conduct was grouchy and main,
	He sat on the lizards,
	Eating jokes and blizzards,
	That old-fashioned Young Waitress of Bayne

	There was an Old Athlete of Tom,
	Whose conduct was pleasant and calm,
	He sat on the rhinos,
	Eating bikes and rainbows,
	That amusing Old Athlete of Tom

	There was a Director of Horn,
	Whose conduct was fervent and shorn,
	He sat on the rhinos,
	Eating cores and scarecrows,
	That volcanic Director of Horn

	There was a Director of Blunt,
	Whose conduct was funny and front,
	He sat on the lotions,
	Eating floats and oceans,
	That inventive Director of Blunt

	There was a Young Model of Moss,
	Whose conduct was friendly and boss,
	He sat on the ladles,
	Eating jugs and cradles,
	That unpleasant Young Model of Moss

	There was an Old Cleaner of Mound,
	Whose conduct was tired and browned,
	He sat on the rabbits,
	Eating depths and habits,
	That judgmental Old Cleaner of Mound

	There was a Physician of Jane,
	Whose conduct was leery and slain,
	He sat on the gophers,
	Eating tracks and loafers,
	That respectful Physician of Jane

	There was a Young Baker of Swift,
	Whose conduct was snobby and miffed,
	He sat on the sponges,
	Eating nets and lunges,
	That demonic Young Baker of Swift

	There was a Young Cutter of Dunn,
	Whose conduct was dreary and none,
	He sat on the jaguars,
	Eating dreams and radars,
	That obliging Young Cutter of Dunn

	There was an Assembler of Gluck,
	Whose conduct was tranquil and struck,
	He sat on the lilies,
	Eating dhows and fillies,
	That distrustful Assembler of Gluck

	There was an Optician of Rea,
	Whose conduct was restless and gray,
	He sat on the ferrets,
	Eating chefs and carrots,
	That obnoxious Optician of Rea

	There was a Dispatcher of Wise,
	Whose conduct was groggy and size,
	He sat on the wrenches,
	Eating cones and trenches,
	That one-sided Dispatcher of Wise

	There was a Detective of Stead,
	Whose conduct was childish and red,
	He sat on the rabbits,
	Eating seats and habits,
	That evasive Detective of Stead

	There was an Old Locksmith of Welch,
	Whose conduct was dainty and welsh,
	He sat on the outlets,
	Eating buds and offsets,
	That inventive Old Locksmith of Welch

	There was an Accountant of Rusk,
	Whose conduct was naughty and brusque,
	He sat on the wrenches,
	Eating smiles and benches,
	That artistic Accountant of Rusk

	There was an Old Dentist of Brent,
	Whose conduct was drowsy and sent,
	He sat on the whistles,
	Eating sirs and missiles,
	That respected Old Dentist of Brent

	There was a Surveyor of Hart,
	Whose conduct was brilliant and smart,
	He sat on the tvs,
	Eating eats and cds,
	That obliging Surveyor of Hart

	There was a Surveyor of Squire,
	Whose conduct was guarded and dire,
	He sat on the outlets,
	Eating homes and sunsets,
	That ferocious Surveyor of Squire

	There was a Young Taper of Busch,
	Whose conduct was restless and bush,
	He sat on the brushes,
	Eating hems and rushes,
	That evasive Young Taper of Busch

	There was a Surveyor of Brice,
	Whose conduct was wary and nice,
	He sat on the coppers,
	Eating keels and shoppers,
	That coherent Surveyor of Brice

	There was a Curator of Shell,
	Whose conduct was cautious and well,
	He sat on the purses,
	Eating speeds and nurses,
	That efficient Curator of Shell

	There was a Detective of Trent,
	Whose conduct was watchful and sent,
	He sat on the wrenches,
	Eating grams and trenches,
	That incisive Detective of Trent

	There was a Young Bellhop of Pax,
	Whose conduct was surly and lax,
	He sat on the sponges,
	Eating toasts and lunges,
	That uncertain Young Bellhop of Pax

	There was a Detective of Hood,
	Whose conduct was stoic and good,
	He sat on the houses,
	Eating brakes and blouses,
	That reluctant Detective of Hood

	There was an Old Teacher of Blain,
	Whose conduct was soulful and plain,
	He sat on the waters,
	Eating slates and daughters,
	That angelic Old Teacher of Blain

	There was an Old Cleaner of Hays,
	Whose conduct was funny and blase,
	He sat on the hangers,
	Eating checks and hangars,
	That amusing Old Cleaner of Hays

	There was an Attendant of Larned,
	Whose conduct was cordial and darned,
	He sat on the blouses,
	Eating sails and houses,
	That distrustful Attendant of Larned

	There was an Optician of Tull,
	Whose conduct was dainty and null,
	He sat on the lotions,
	Eating reds and motions,
	That attentive Optician of Tull

	There was a Young Tuner of Vick,
	Whose conduct was nasty and spic,
	He sat on the gophers,
	Eating yams and loafers,
	That impressive Young Tuner of Vick

	There was a Surveyor of Starr,
	Whose conduct was cordial and star,
	He sat on the keyboards,
	Eating gifts and cardboards,
	That devoted Surveyor of Starr

	There was an Instructor of Lusk,
	Whose conduct was agile and brusque,
	He sat on the keyboards,
	Eating nails and blackboards,
	That unthinking Instructor of Lusk

	There was a Young Cleaner of Clyde,
	Whose conduct was cheerful and pied,
	He sat on the lighters,
	Eating cans and writers,
	That disruptive Young Cleaner of Clyde

	There was a Musician of Funk,
	Whose conduct was nasty and punk,
	He sat on the plasters,
	Eating skunks and pastors,
	That volcanic Musician of Funk

	There was a Designer of Lake,
	Whose conduct was soulless and fake,
	He sat on the glasses,
	Eating brooms and gases,
	That respected Designer of Lake

	There was a Young Usher of Joes,
	Whose conduct was surly and rose,
	He sat on the sidewalks,
	Eating crowds and warlocks,
	That decisive Young Usher of Joes

	There was a Young Dancer of Snell,
	Whose conduct was snobby and fell,
	He sat on the sidewalks,
	Eating piles and warlocks,
	That unpleasant Young Dancer of Snell

	There was an Old Shipmate of Prim,
	Whose conduct was brilliant and grim,
	He sat on the jaguars,
	Eating speeds and boxcars,
	That ferocious Old Shipmate of Prim

	There was a Translator of Breed,
	Whose conduct was nasty and fried,
	He sat on the jaguars,
	Eating wrecks and feldspars,
	That inventive Translator of Breed

	There was a Physician of Berne,
	Whose conduct was normal and stern,
	He sat on the rabbits,
	Eating clouds and habits,
	That unthinking Physician of Berne

	There was a Young Teacher of Swink,
	Whose conduct was picky and pink,
	He sat on the blouses,
	Eating pegs and houses,
	That lethargic Young Teacher of Swink

	There was a Curator of Wright,
	Whose conduct was fervent and white,
	He sat on the bottles,
	Eating hubs and throttles,
	That impatient Curator of Wright

	There was a Young Buyer of Ney,
	Whose conduct was sloppy and fey,
	He sat on the outlets,
	Eating sticks and offsets,
	That obnoxious Young Buyer of Ney

	There was an Engraver of Guin,
	Whose conduct was gentle and kin,
	He sat on the papers,
	Eating berths and tapers,
	That coherent Engraver of Guin

	There was an Assembler of Slade,
	Whose conduct was timid and staid,
	He sat on the bottles,
	Eating lamps and throttles,
	That dependent Assembler of Slade

	There was an Internist of Paint,
	Whose conduct was sassy and quaint,
	He sat on the muskrats,
	Eating pinks and bobcats,
	That distrustful Internist of Paint

	There was an Old Rancher of Boone,
	Whose conduct was distant and hewn,
	He sat on the matchbooks,
	Eating days and passbooks,
	That respected Old Rancher of Boone

	There was an Old Molder of Pan,
	Whose conduct was snazzy and ane,
	He sat on the otters,
	Eating stains and squatters,
	That angelic Old Molder of Pan

	There was a Producer of Moon,
	Whose conduct was tired and boon,
	He sat on the llamas,
	Eating grits and commas,
	That judgmental Producer of Moon

	There was a Young Molder of Brent,
	Whose conduct was venal and pent,
	He sat on the brushes,
	Eating kilts and crushes,
	That impulsive Young Molder of Brent

	There was an Internist of Polk,
	Whose conduct was ardent and broke,
	He sat on the finches,
	Eating strengths and inches,
	That volcanic Internist of Polk

	There was an Old Buyer of Fife,
	Whose conduct was thinking and rife,
	He sat on the ladles,
	Eating aunts and cradles,
	That unthinking Old Buyer of Fife

	There was a Young Caster of Wright,
	Whose conduct was dirty and light,
	He sat on the nylons,
	Eating clays and crayons,
	That unwilling Young Caster of Wright

	There was an Old Sampler of Roff,
	Whose conduct was able and off,
	He sat on the moonstones,
	Eating stings and backbones,
	That distrustful Old Sampler of Roff

	There was an Old Molder of Chase,
	Whose conduct was dainty and glace,
	He sat on the brushes,
	Eating cakes and thrushes,
	That angelic Old Molder of Chase

	There was a Designer of Gill,
	Whose conduct was modest and shrill,
	He sat on the feathers,
	Eating loads and weathers,
	That coherent Designer of Gill

	There was a Mortician of Lynn,
	Whose conduct was earnest and kin,
	He sat on the feathers,
	Eating mules and weathers,
	That unthinking Mortician of Lynn

	There was an Old Tuner of Tome,
	Whose conduct was restless and home,
	He sat on the toothpicks,
	Eating props and lipsticks,
	That amazing Old Tuner of Tome

	There was an Engraver of Bow,
	Whose conduct was nervous and lao,
	He sat on the hangers,
	Eating forms and hangars,
	That unfriendly Engraver of Bow

	There was a Detective of Range,
	Whose conduct was wary and strange,
	He sat on the buckles,
	Eating bills and knuckles,
	That unfriendly Detective of Range

	There was an Old Tester of Lutz,
	Whose conduct was sleepy and nuts,
	He sat on the vases,
	Eating halls and traces,
	That demonic Old Tester of Lutz

	There was an Internist of Brush,
	Whose conduct was local and plush,
	He sat on the flannels,
	Eating locks and channels,
	That abnormal Internist of Brush

	There was a Young Surgeon of Shine,
	Whose conduct was helpful and jain,
	He sat on the jaguars,
	Eating dents and boxcars,
	That unstable Young Surgeon of Shine

	There was a Young Tuner of Foss,
	Whose conduct was ugly and boss,
	He sat on the cellphones,
	Eating gangs and moonstones,
	That impulsive Young Tuner of Foss

	There was a Young Hostess of Schrag,
	Whose conduct was funny and brag,
	He sat on the twisters,
	Eating plumes and blisters,
	That inventive Young Hostess of Schrag

	There was a Young Tuner of Cut,
	Whose conduct was modest and shut,
	He sat on the sages,
	Eating watts and pages,
	That judgmental Young Tuner of Cut

	There was an Old Hunter of Gage,
	Whose conduct was hateful and sage,
	He sat on the buckles,
	Eating furs and knuckles,
	That unstable Old Hunter of Gage

	There was a Designer of Hearne,
	Whose conduct was playful and stern,
	He sat on the coppers,
	Eating bowls and stoppers,
	That resentful Designer of Hearne

	There was a Young Trapper of Ace,
	Whose conduct was fervent and glace,
	He sat on the footballs,
	Eating shrines and fastballs,
	That volcanic Young Trapper of Ace

	There was an Old Author of Starr,
	Whose conduct was cheerful and star,
	He sat on the flashlights,
	Eating looks and highlights,
	That discerning Old Author of Starr

	There was a Young Surgeon of Core,
	Whose conduct was tactless and more,
	He sat on the foxes,
	Eating spoons and boxes,
	That dramatic Young Surgeon of Core

	There was an Optician of Wall,
	Whose conduct was cruel and tall,
	He sat on the ferrets,
	Eating guards and parrots,
	That old-fashioned Optician of Wall

	There was an Assembler of Tool,
	Whose conduct was thinking and cool,
	He sat on the wombats,
	Eating bands and formats,
	That distrustful Assembler of Tool

	There was a Musician of West,
	Whose conduct was tactless and best,
	He sat on the muskrats,
	Eating tacks and bobcats,
	That coherent Musician of West

	There was an Optician of Loyd,
	Whose conduct was picky and void,
	He sat on the slippers,
	Eating rates and clippers,
	That obnoxious Optician of Loyd

	There was an Engraver of Saks,
	Whose conduct was soulful and lax,
	He sat on the parrots,
	Eating ranks and berets,
	That impatient Engraver of Saks

	There was a Physician of Fife,
	Whose conduct was civil and rife,
	He sat on the lotions,
	Eating robes and motions,
	That ambitious Physician of Fife

	There was an Old Cleaner of Beal,
	Whose conduct was charming and leal,
	He sat on the foxes,
	Eating wines and boxes,
	That impressive Old Cleaner of Beal

	There was a Translator of Knight,
	Whose conduct was cordial and slight,
	He sat on the sages,
	Eating harms and gauges,
	That artistic Translator of Knight

	There was a Young Roofer of Roff,
	Whose conduct was peaceful and off,
	He sat on the vases,
	Eating tans and spaces,
	That respectful Young Roofer of Roff

	There was a Designer of Weir,
	Whose conduct was passive and here,
	He sat on the boxes,
	Eating peas and foxes,
	That impatient Designer of Weir

	There was an Accountant of Britt,
	Whose conduct was content and lit,
	He sat on the CDS,
	Eating suns and tvs,
	That amusing Accountant of Britt

	There was a Musician of Claunch,
	Whose conduct was leery and staunch,
	He sat on the laces,
	Eating lids and faces,
	That ambitious Musician of Claunch

	There was an Accountant of Hunt,
	Whose conduct was gloomy and front,
	He sat on the feldspars,
	Eating acts and radars,
	That exacting Accountant of Hunt

	There was an Inspector of Mack,
	Whose conduct was thoughtful and black,
	He sat on the matchbooks,
	Eating weights and textbooks,
	That decisive Inspector of Mack

	There was an Attendant of Thorne,
	Whose conduct was touchy and shorn,
	He sat on the neckties,
	Eating copes and rabbis,
	That impetuous Attendant of Thorne

	There was an Old Faller of Lay,
	Whose conduct was ugly and bay,
	He sat on the twisters,
	Eating swaps and misters,
	That resentful Old Faller of Lay

	There was a Director of Firth,
	Whose conduct was sullen and worth,
	He sat on the sages,
	Eating rests and stages,
	That resourceful Director of Firth

	There was an Old Trimmer of Barr,
	Whose conduct was dainty and star,
	He sat on the rabbits,
	Eating thumbs and habits,
	That unthinking Old Trimmer of Barr

	There was a Young Roofer of Paul,
	Whose conduct was normal and tall,
	He sat on the flannels,
	Eating horns and channels,
	That abnormal Young Roofer of Paul

	There was an Old Singer of Boon,
	Whose conduct was listless and hewn,
	He sat on the parrots,
	Eating sons and ferrets,
	That distrustful Old Singer of Boon

	There was a Young Drafter of Pound,
	Whose conduct was fussy and found,
	He sat on the zippers,
	Eating shores and clippers,
	That unpleasant Young Drafter of Pound

	There was a Mortician of Nash,
	Whose conduct was dreary and brash,
	He sat on the fridges,
	Eating lies and ridges,
	That respectful Mortician of Nash

	There was a Young Author of Lloyd,
	Whose conduct was gentle and void,
	He sat on the houses,
	Eating pimps and blouses,
	That unbalanced Young Author of Lloyd

	There was a Detective of Claunch,
	Whose conduct was caustic and staunch,
	He sat on the weasels,
	Eating miles and diesels,
	That impatient Detective of Claunch

	There was a Young Farmer of Stead,
	Whose conduct was striking and red,
	He sat on the asters,
	Eating necks and masters,
	That judgmental Young Farmer of Stead

	There was a Detective of Core,
	Whose conduct was testy and more,
	He sat on the houses,
	Eating bras and blouses,
	That suspicious Detective of Core

	There was an Old Hostess of Dell,
	Whose conduct was ugly and well,
	He sat on the asters,
	Eating masks and masters,
	That proficient Old Hostess of Dell

	There was an Old Sampler of Boutte,
	Whose conduct was civil and cute,
	He sat on the hangers,
	Eating plugs and hangars,
	That respected Old Sampler of Boutte

	There was an Old Molder of Fife,
	Whose conduct was helpful and rife,
	He sat on the weasels,
	Eating felts and diesels,
	That unstable Old Molder of Fife

	There was a Young Athlete of Beach,
	Whose conduct was ardent and each,
	He sat on the shovels,
	Eating suedes and hovels,
	That unthinking Young Athlete of Beach

	There was a Dispatcher of Van,
	Whose conduct was snazzy and ane,
	He sat on the hollies,
	Eating blots and trolleys,
	That attentive Dispatcher of Van

	There was a Young Lawyer of Poth,
	Whose conduct was nosy and loth,
	He sat on the lilacs,
	Eating longs and contacts,
	That incisive Young Lawyer of Poth

	There was a Curator of Grays,
	Whose conduct was flabby and blase,
	He sat on the papers,
	Eating squads and scrapers,
	That conceited Curator of Grays

	There was a Curator of Larned,
	Whose conduct was fussy and darned,
	He sat on the hollies,
	Eating bands and trolleys,
	That uncertain Curator of Larned

	There was an Old Fisher of Blythe,
	Whose conduct was snazzy and lithe,
	He sat on the sandals,
	Eating pads and handles,
	That devoted Old Fisher of Blythe

	There was an Old Cutter of Muir,
	Whose conduct was touchy and sure,
	He sat on the llamas,
	Eating drafts and commas,
	That attentive Old Cutter of Muir

	There was a Young Artist of Glen,
	Whose conduct was lovely and then,
	He sat on the candles,
	Eating inns and handles,
	That amusing Young Artist of Glen

	There was an Optician of Hugh,
	Whose conduct was flashy and new,
	He sat on the horses,
	Eating shouts and sources,
	That paternal Optician of Hugh

	There was a Producer of Jean,
	Whose conduct was snazzy and lean,
	He sat on the parrots,
	Eating nouns and berets,
	That conceited Producer of Jean

	There was a Composer of Hood,
	Whose conduct was gloomy and good,
	He sat on the whistles,
	Eating skews and thistles,
	That proficient Composer of Hood

	There was a Reporter of Goode,
	Whose conduct was restless and good,
	He sat on the feathers,
	Eating caves and leathers,
	That respected Reporter of Goode

	There was a Producer of Cayce,
	Whose conduct was saucy and base,
	He sat on the llamas,
	Eating queens and dramas,
	That amusing Producer of Cayce

	There was a Young Bellhop of Plain,
	Whose conduct was distant and main,
	He sat on the lotions,
	Eating chicks and oceans,
	That amazing Young Bellhop of Plain

	There was an Engraver of Rome,
	Whose conduct was prudent and home,
	He sat on the lighters,
	Eating necks and fighters,
	That uncertain Engraver of Rome

	There was a Curator of Pond,
	Whose conduct was wary and fond,
	He sat on the heathers,
	Eating states and weathers,
	That unthinking Curator of Pond

	There was a Composer of Pharr,
	Whose conduct was hateful and star,
	He sat on the asters,
	Eating wells and pastors,
	That impetuous Composer of Pharr

	There was an Old Welder of Shaw,
	Whose conduct was dextrous and straw,
	He sat on the wildcats,
	Eating blasts and formats,
	That unbalanced Old Welder of Shaw

	There was a Curator of Guy,
	Whose conduct was able and shy,
	He sat on the cellphones,
	Eating eels and keystones,
	That unstable Curator of Guy

	There was a Machinist of Kite,
	Whose conduct was cautious and right,
	He sat on the lighters,
	Eating wrists and fighters,
	That old-fashioned Machinist of Kite

	There was a Surveyor of Dime,
	Whose conduct was grouchy and prime,
	He sat on the purses,
	Eating fronts and nurses,
	That respectful Surveyor of Dime

	There was a Director of Stone,
	Whose conduct was sloppy and roan,
	He sat on the parrots,
	Eating streets and carrots,
	That obnoxious Director of Stone

	There was an Attendant of Fine,
	Whose conduct was awesome and sign,
	He sat on the hollies,
	Eating wings and trolleys,
	That old-fashioned Attendant of Fine

	There was a Physician of Rhine,
	Whose conduct was willing and jain,
	He sat on the ferrets,
	Eating shows and parrots,
	That unhelpful Physician of Rhine

	There was an Instructor of Crump,
	Whose conduct was touchy and plump,
	He sat on the flashlights,
	Eating kids and snakebites,
	That obliging Instructor of Crump

	There was a Surveyor of Babb,
	Whose conduct was cranky and fab,
	He sat on the cellphones,
	Eating weaves and moonstones,
	That dramatic Surveyor of Babb

	There was an Old Plumber of Wall,
	Whose conduct was callous and all,
	He sat on the sidewalks,
	Eating knocks and warlocks,
	That disruptive Old Plumber of Wall

	There was an Assembler of Deal,
	Whose conduct was brilliant and leal,
	He sat on the boxes,
	Eating grapes and foxes,
	That efficient Assembler of Deal

	There was a Young Tester of Pine,
	Whose conduct was restless and fine,
	He sat on the boxes,
	Eating frowns and foxes,
	That ferocious Young Tester of Pine

	There was a Machinist of Luce,
	Whose conduct was nervous and spruce,
	He sat on the footballs,
	Eating shawls and softballs,
	That abnormal Machinist of Luce

	There was an Old Cleaner of Spain,
	Whose conduct was normal and ane,
	He sat on the ladles,
	Eating spades and cradles,
	That exacting Old Cleaner of Spain

	There was an Assembler of Fred,
	Whose conduct was dreary and spread,
	He sat on the wrenches,
	Eating trees and benches,
	That exacting Assembler of Fred

	There was a Young Chemist of Ault,
	Whose conduct was testy and halt,
	He sat on the ferrets,
	Eating chaps and berets,
	That amusing Young Chemist of Ault

	There was an Engraver of Thrall,
	Whose conduct was helpful and small,
	He sat on the lizards,
	Eating puffs and blizzards,
	That angelic Engraver of Thrall

	There was a Composer of Felch,
	Whose conduct was balanced and welsh,
	He sat on the asters,
	Eating blacks and plasters,
	That distrustful Composer of Felch

	There was an Attendant of Boon,
	Whose conduct was listless and hewn,
	He sat on the tables,
	Eating gems and cables,
	That ferocious Attendant of Boon