Dolley Dear No. 11

Oh Dolly darling did you hear
What Dadda telled to me
About that drate bid earfquake fing
That tums out od the sea.

I wonder Dolley where it lives
Or what it has to eat
Or if it goes about on wings
Or on its hands and feet.

Its dot a orful drate bid mouf
And drate bid tummie too
Betause it swallows ships and fings
And men and horses too.

Tis afraid the drefful fings
That crawls out od the sea
Will tum here on a drate bid byke
And eat up you and me.

I'm doin now to ask Pa Pa
To buy a bid balloon
And tate us bofe with Dran and Ma
To live up in the moon.
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