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03:15You know, she's right. I'll sneak away this very night. That old man possum's silly fool is really quite impossible.
03:25So Bunyip went. She moved along to the other side of Billabong.
03:30How lovely! And how quiet, she sighed. I'll sleep at last.
03:38And then aspired upon a branch of brigolot, the possum, with his portmanteau.
03:43Oh, really, it's too bad, cried she. And possum could not but agree.
03:50And so they would be yet, it's feared, if platypus had not appeared.
03:55You too again? she cried aghast.
03:59But Bunyip and old poss were past complaining. All that swapping bases had reduced them to cot cases, with laryngitis of the throat.
04:07Old granny platypus could gloat. I told you so, was all she said, and promptly put them both to bed.
04:15And honey-lemon drinks they sipped as she rubbed their chests with eucalyptus.
04:21I wish you'd both apologize, she said, her eyes raised to the skies.
04:28I'm sorry, Bunyip's loudest whisper, that you're such a rowdy, mister.
04:37And I'm sorry, whispered down, that you're a big flat-footed clown.
04:44Old granny plat could only sigh. Shhh, was the duo's hushed reply.