human
It's 'baccy I chaws.
gpt
I follers the seas.
human
too, one of your faults?-- You, too, display maculate molars.
gpt
I dines upon salts.
human
I follers the ship.
gpt
I beg you to note, said a Man to a Goose, As he plucked from her bosom the plumage all loose,
human
That pillows and cushions of feathers and beds As warm as maids' hearts and as soft as their heads, Increase of life's comforts the general sum-- Which raises the standard of living.
gpt
Come, come, The Goose said, impatiently,
human
gpt
What, what! said the man--
human
gpt
Promises, quoth The sufferer,
human
gpt
Accustomed --this notion the plucker expressed As he ripped out a handful of down from her breast--
human
To one kind of luxury, people soon yearn For others and ever for others in turn; And the man who to-night on your feathers will rest, His mutton or bacon or beef to digest, His hunger to-morrow will wish to assuage By dining on goose with a dressing of sage.
gpt
I've found the secret of your charm,