<Title>Portrait of the Artist As A Young Man</Title>
<Edition>Chester Anderson, ed. New York: Viking Press, 1964</Edition>
<i>Et ignotas animum dimittit in artes.</i>
- Ovid, <i>Metamorphoses</i>, VIII, 188
<p>Once upon a time and a very good time it was there was
a moocow coming down along the road and this moocow
that was coming down along the road met a nicens little
boy named baby tuckoo ....
<p>His father told him that story: his father looked at him
through a glass: he had a hairy face.
<p>He was baby tuckoo. The moocow came down the road
where Betty Byrne lived: she sold lemon platt.
<l><i>O, the wild rose blossoms</i></l>
<l><i>On the little green place.</i></l>
<p>He sang that song. That was his song.
<l><i>O, the green wothe botheth.</i></l>
<p>When you wet the bed first it is warm then it gets cold. His
mot . . .