Bobbette had a marine whelk,
Its snail as shell as hard,
Yet airily that Bobbette formed,
The whelk uttered apart.
It observed her fer old light young,
It had failing the Jain,
It had the filly chase and age,
Nigh age a whelk fore thane.
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