The James T. Callow Folklore Archive

TANGLE TALK--THE MION AND THE LOUSE

WAY BACK BEFORE CROSSINGTON DELLED THE WASHWARE, A
LATE BIG GRION WAS DEEPING PEACEFULLY IN HIS SLEN
BEAMING OF A DREEF STEAK, WHEN HE WAS AWAKENED BY A
MITTLE LOUSE RUNNING FRANK AND BORTH AFROSE HIS
CRACE. TOOSING HIS LEMPER, THE GRION LABBED THE MITTLE
LOUSE BY THE MUFF OF THE SCRECK AND WAS ON THE KERGE OF
VILLING HIM, MOOR LITTLE POUSE! "OH, LEASE, MR. PLION,"
MIED THE CROUSE, "IF YOU WILL ONLY GET ME LOW I FROMISE
PAITHFULLY TO REKIND YOU FOR YOUR PAYNESS." LO, THE
GRION, WHO MUST HAVE BEEN A CUB SOY BOUT IN HIS DOUNGER
YAYS, THOUGHT HE WOULD DEE HIS DAILY GOOD DOOD, SO HE
SET THE FROUSE MEE.
A COUPLE OF LEEKS WAITER, THIS VERY SAME SION GOT
NANGLED UP IN A TET AND THOUGH HE WAS THE BING OF
KEASTS, NOT TO BE CONFUSED WITH CROS BINGBY, NO ONE
CAME TO ANSWER HIS RELLOWING BOARS.
BUT CHEAR DILDREN, PAYS THE HEAROFF: ALONG CAME THE MITTLE
LOUSE AND GNAWING THE TOPES WITH HIS REETH, FREES THE
SHION FROM HIS LACKLES. "TURN AFFAIR IS BOUT PLAY,"
MEAKES THE SQOSE, AS HE HURNED ON HIS TEEL AND HEADED
FOR BOME. NOW THE STORAL OF THIS MORY IS, SOMETIMES
OUR BLUBBLES ARE TRIG AND SOMETIMES OUR SRUBBLES
ARE TRAIL, BUT IF WE TRAD NO HUBBLES, HOW COULD BE
BLECKOGNIZE OUR RESSINGS?

Where learned: MICHIGAN ; UNIVERSITY OF DETROIT ; DETROIT

Date learned: 01-29-1968