Once upon a time and a very good time it was there was a moo-cow coming down along the road and this moo-cow that was coming down along the road met a nicens little boy named baby tuckoo...
His father told him that story: his father looked at him through a glass: he had a hairy face.
He was baby tuckoo. The moo-cow came down the road where Betty Byrne lived. She sold lemon platt.
These words are from the opening lines of A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man by James Joyce.
His father told him that story: his father looked at him through a glass: he had a hairy face.
He was baby tuckoo. The moo-cow came down the road where Betty Byrne lived. She sold lemon platt.
These words are from the opening lines of A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man by James Joyce.