Sentence The Onehundredandthirtyninth
You say Frittata, and I say Pro rata,
You say budgie smugglers, and I say budget jugglers,
Frittata, Pro rata,
Smugglers, Jugglers,
Let's call the whole thing off;
You say he's august, and I say that he's bust.
You say that it's quiddity, and I say liquidity,
August, He's Bust,
It's Quiddity, Liquidity'
Let's call the whole thing off;
But, if we call the whole thing off, then you and I
Will cry,
And then we'll sigh
And we'll make up, cause I,
Intend my dear, to stick around, 
Hush, my darling, make no sound . . . . .and she opened her eyes and, in the blackness as dense as velvet, she could feel, rather than see, a slight movement, an eddy in the air, as it moved like a candle flame and she strained her eyes, but it was her ears that picked up the slight intake of breath, while she held her own and waited, and the blackness before her face seemed to change from Lamp Black to Dead Black and then she felt the softest touch of a nose tip against her own nose and the tiny movement as the other nose began to pass to right and left, rubbing hers, and she put up her hands, and found them either side of a head, not a great grizzly head like the man of the family, nor yet the bushy locks of the woman, but rather, the tangle that her touch identified as reddish and she pulled the child down beside her and wrapped her arms around the small body as it snuggled in beside her, and she stroked it's back and felt it's breathing become regular and slow and she was able to slow hers to and, when they were in rhythm with each other, she, too, returned to sleep.