The Glugs of Gosh by C. J. (Clarence James) Dennis
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Now, here is a tale of the Glugs of Gosh,
And a wonderful tale I ween, Of the Glugs of Gosh and their great King Splosh, And Tush, his virtuous Queen. And here is a tale of the crafty Ogs, In their neighbouring land of Podge; Of their sayings and doings and plottings and brewings, And something about Sir Stodge. Wise to profundity, Stout to rotundity, That was the Knight, Sir Stodge. Oh, the King was rich, and the Queen was fair, And they made a very respectable pair. And whenever a Glug in that peaceful land, Did anything no one could understand, The Knight, Sir Stodge, he looked in a book, And charged that Glug with a crime called Crook. And the great Judge Fudge, who wore for a hat The sacred skin of a tortoiseshell cat, He fined that Glug for his action rash, And frequently asked a deposit in cash. Then every Glug, he went home to his rest With his head in a bag and his toes to the West; For they knew it was best, Since their grandpas slept with their toes to the West. But all of the tale that is so far told Has nothing whatever to do With the Ogs of Podge, and their crafty dodge, |
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