human
Guard! Guard! Guard! Don't go so hard, Just give the brake a hitch! To Charing Cross return-- Nay, do not look so stern-- For I would not tell a cram, I must send a telegram, To my darling little Bletherwitch.
gpt
It's my fault, moaned the Jackarandajam,
human
I ought to have reminded you. Never mind, we will put on another engine.