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What kind of September,
or moon in June?<<

'Twas a nice September morning, last October in July.
The moon lay thick upon the ground, the mud shown in the sky.
The flowers were singing sweetly, the birds were in full bloom.
When I went down the cellar to sweep an upstairs room.
I spied a house a thousand mile away, it was just out of sight.
The walls projected backwards, the front was round the back,
and the walls were whitewashed black.

--folk limrick from northern Nebraska, 1920s

John Leeke