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LET him who is minded to meet with a Glug
Pluck three hardy hairs from a rabbit-skin rug;
Blow one to the South, and one to the West,
Then burn another and swallow the rest.
And who shall explain 'tis the talk of a fool,
He's a Glug! He's a Glug of the old Gosh school!
And he'll climb a tree, if the East wind blows,
In a casual way, just to show that he knows ...
Now, tickle his toes!
Oh, tickle his toes!
And don't blame me if you come to blows.
—Old Gosh Rhyme
