I ate the slightly smaller half of the apple.

Why, thin, Mister Levi Slam, don't you think now that a volley poured into them haythen mosquitos beyant would put a stop to their gladiatoring a little?

Some people might like to get a train to work / Or drive in, in a Beamer or a Merc

Twanty-two harrin’ and t’ree ship’s biscuits, muffined like! Ah, yew doan’t know what muffined biscuits be!