Babyland never again will be thine, Land of all mystery, holy, divine, Motherland, otherland, Wonderland, underland, Land of a time ne'er again to be seen; Flowerland, bowerland, Airyland, fairyland, Rockaby, baby, thy cradle is green.

Now I can't get this out of my head - them hissing and whispering at one another like they're speaking in parseltongue.

Christmas is only two weeks away.

Anstruther laughed good-naturedly. “[…] I shall take out half a dozen intelligent maistries from our Press and get them to give our villagers instruction when they begin work and when they are in the fields.”