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      On the top of the Crumpetty Tree

        The Quangle Wangle sat,

      But his face you could not see,

        On account of his Beaver Hat.

      For his Hat was a hundred and two feet wide,

      With ribbons and bibbons on every side,

      And bells, and buttons, and loops, and lace,

      So that nobody ever could see the face

        Of the Quangle Wangle Quee.

      The Quangle Wangle said

        To himself on the Crumpetty Tree,

      "Jam, and jelly, and bread

        Are the best of food for me!

      But the longer I live on this Crumpetty Tree

      The plainer than ever it seems to me

      That very few people come this way

      And that life on the whole is far from gay!"

        Said the Quangle Wangle Quee.

      But there came to the Crumpetty Tree

        Mr. and Mrs. Canary;

      And they said, "Did ever you see

        Any spot so charmingly airy?

      May we build a nest on your lovely Hat?

      Mr. Quangle Wangle, grant us that!

      Oh, please let us come and build a nest

      Of whatever material suits you best,

        Mr. Quangle Wangle Quee!"

      And besides, to the Crumpetty Tree

        Came the Stork, the Duck, and the Owl;

      The Snail and the Bumblebee,

        The Frog and the Fimble Fowl

      (The Fimble Fowl, with a corkscrew leg);

      And all of them said, "We humbly beg

      We may build our homes on your lovely Hat,—

      Mr. Quangle Wangle, grant us that!

        Mr. Quangle Wangle Quee!"

      And the Golden Grouse came there,

        And the Pobble who has no toes,

      And the small Olympian bear,

        And the Dong with a luminous nose.

      And the Blue Baboon who played the flute,

      And the Orient Calf from the Land of Tute,

      And the Attery Squash, and the Bisky Bat,—

      All came and built on the lovely Hat

        Of the Quangle Wangle Quee.

      And the Quangle Wangle said

        To himself on the Crumpetty Tree,

      "When all these creatures move

        What a wonderful noise there'll be!"

      And at night by the light of the Mulberry moon

      They danced to the Flute of the Blue Baboon,

      On the broad green leaves of the Crumpetty Tree,

      And all were as happy as happy could be,

        With the Quangle Wangle Quee.

      The Pobble who has no toes

        Had once as many as we;

      When they said, "Some day you may lose them all,"

        He replied, "Fish fiddle de-dee!"

      And his Aunt Jobiska made him drink

      Lavender water tinged with pink;

      For she said, "The World in general knows

      There's nothing so good for a Pobble's toes!"

      The Pobble who has no toes

        Swam across the Bristol Channel;

      But before he set out he wrapped his nose

        In a piece of scarlet flannel.

      For his Aunt Jobiska said, "No harm

      Can come to his toes if his nose is warm;

      And it's perfectly known that a Pobble's toes

      Are safe—provided he minds his nose."

      The Pobble swam fast and well,

        And when boats or ships came near him,

      He tinkledy-binkledy-winkled a bell

        So that all the world could hear him.

      And all the Sailors and Admirals cried,

      When they saw him nearing the farther side,

      "He has gone to fish for his Aunt Jobiska's

      Runcible Cat with crimson whiskers!"

      But before he touched the shore—

        The shore of the Bristol Channel,

      A sea-green Porpoise carried away

        His wrapper of scarlet flannel.

      And when he came to observe his feet,

      Formerly garnished with toes so neat,

      His face at once became forlorn

      On perceiving that all his toes were gone!

      And nobody ever knew,

        From that dark day to the present,

      Whoso had taken the Pobble's toes,

        In a manner so far from pleasant.

      Whether the shrimps or crawfish gray,

      Or crafty mermaids stole them away,

      Nobody knew; and nobody knows

      How the Pobble was robbed of his twice five toes!

      The Pobble who has no toes

        Was placed in a friendly Bark,

      And they rowed him back and carried him up

        To his Aunt Jobiska's Park.

      And she made him a feast at his earnest wish,

      Of eggs and buttercups fried with fish;

      And she said, "It's a fact the whole world knows,

      That Pobbles are happier without their toes."

      They went to sea in a sieve, they did;

        In a sieve they went to sea:

      In spite of all their friends could say,

      On a winter's morn, on a stormy day,

        In a sieve they went to sea.

      And when the sieve turned round and round,

      And every one cried, "You'll all be drowned!"

      They called aloud, "Our sieve ain't big;

      But we don't care a button, we don't care a fig:

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