- One warbling for the mere bright day’s delight,
- My mad singing startles the valleys and hills:
- One like a wombat prowl’d obtuse and furry,
- Of tendrils, leaves, and rough nuts brown
- One like a wombat prowl’d obtuse and furry,
- Of tendrils, leaves, and rough nuts brown
- One like a wombat prowl’d obtuse and furry,
- Of tendrils, leaves, and rough nuts brown
- One like a wombat prowl’d obtuse and furry,
- Of tendrils, leaves, and rough nuts brown
- One like a wombat prowl’d obtuse and furry,
- Of tendrils, leaves, and rough nuts brown
- One like a wombat prowl’d obtuse and furry,
- Of tendrils, leaves, and rough nuts brown
- One like a wombat prowl’d obtuse and furry,
- Of tendrils, leaves, and rough nuts brown