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The Pobble who has no toes
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The Pobble who has no toesHas once as many, as we;When they said, “Some day you may lose them all;” —Hereplied, – “Fish fiddle de-dee!”And his Aunt Jobiska made him drink,Lavender water tinged with pink,For she said, “The World in general knowsThere’s nothing so good for a Pobble’s toes!” II
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 harmCan come to his toes if his nose is warm;And it’s perfectly known that a Pobble’s toesAre safe, – provided he minds his nose.»III
The Pobble swam fast and wellAnd when boats or ships came near himHe tinkledy-binkledy-winkled a bellSo that all the world could hear him.And all the Sailors and Admirals cried,When they saw him nearing the further side,—“He has gone to fish, for his Aunt Jobiska’sRuncible Cat with crimson whiskers!” IV
But before he touched the shore,The shore of Bristol Channel,A sea-green Porpoise carried awayHis wrapper of scarlet flannel.And when he came to observe his feetFormely garnished with toes so neatHis face at once became forlornOn perceiving that all his toes were gone!V
And nobody ever knewFrom that dark day to the present,
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