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Fit the Fifth
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But the valley grew narrower and narrower still, Then a scream, shrill and high, rent the shuddering sky He thought of his childhood, left far behind-- " 'Tis the voice of the Jubjub!" he suddenly cried. " 'Tis the note of the Jubjub! Keep count, I entreat. |
'Tis the song of the Jubjub! The proof is complete. The Beaver had counted with scrupulous care,
It felt that, in spite of all possible pains, |
"Two added to one--if that could but be done" "The thing can be done," said the Butcher, "I think. The Beaver brought paper, portfolio, pens,
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So engrossed was the Butcher, he heeded them not, "Taking Three as the subject to reason about-- "The result we proceed to divide, as you see, "The method employed I would gladly explain, "In one moment I've seen what has hitherto been |
In his genial way he proceeded to say "As to temper the Jubjub's a desperate bird. "But it knows any friend it has met once before: "Its flavour when cooked is more exquisite far "You boil it in sawdust: you salt it in glue: |
The Butcher would gladly have talked till next day, While the Beaver confessed, with affectionate looks They returned hand-in-hand, and the Bellman, unmanned Such friends, as the Beaver and Butcher became, And when quarrels arose--as one frequently finds |