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He is bailiff, woodman, wheelwright, field-surveyor, engineer, And if flagrantly a poacher 'tain't for me to interfere.
"Hob, what about that River-bit?" I turn to him again,
With Fabricius and Ogier and William of Warenne
"Hev it jest as you've a mind to, but" and here he takes
command. For whoever pays the taxes old Mus' Hobden owns the land.
CHAPTER HEADINGS JUST-SO STORIES
X7HEN the cabin port-holes are dark and green
Because of the seas outside; When the ship goes wop (with a wiggle between) And the steward falls into the soup-tureen,
And the trunks begin to slide; When Nursey lies on the floor in a heap, And Mummy tells you to let her sleep, And you are n't waked or washed or dressed, Why, then you will know (if you have n't guessed) You 're "Fifty North and Forty West!"
How the Whale Got His Throat.
The Camel's hump is an ugly lump Which well you may see at the Zoo;
But uglier yet is the hump we get From having too little to do.
Kiddies and grown-ups too-oo-oo, If we have n't enough to do-oo-oo,
We get the hump
Cameelious hump
The hump that is black and blue!