| ALALALALALAL? There's not much in them |
VIALS |
| Albert is so sick of having Mary around |
MALARIA |
| Although heavy, one may press it |
BUTTON |
| As you were, son. Go on ahead |
STET |
| Ay, one is about to go in reverse in a mystical manner |
YOGA |
| Before ten, might the artist find dust there? |
STUDIO |
| Chemically, one may get heated |
ELEMENT |
| Destiny will not make one 26 down to start with |
FATE |
| How the Dickens could Sam be in better health, perhaps? |
WELLER |
| It sounds nothing and is up and over the fast time |
SILENT |
| It's always sharp after a century and a half |
CLEVER |
| It's no thanks to you that there's a fire there |
INGRATE |
| Just a soft melody or two |
PAIR |
| Lords bye-bye, for instance |
EXTRAS |
| Might one get around to going backwards and forwards? |
ROTATOR |
| Might she be fly enough to help you with your work? |
SECRETARYBIRD |
| More to spare, perhaps, but not out at the end |
THINNER |
| No, it may not make you well so to hammer the keys |
STRUM |
| Not 2, no? |
UNAWARE |