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Then every Glug, he went home to his rest
With his head in a hag 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.
And the trade in pickles and glue.
To trade with the Glugs came the Ogs to Gosh,
And they said in seductive tones,
"We'll sell you pianers and pickles and spanners
For seventeen shiploads of stones:
Smooth 'uns or nobbly 'uns.
Firm 'uns or wobbly 'uns.
All that we ask is stones."

And the King said. "What?" and the Queen said, "Why.
That is awfully cheap to the things I buy!
For that grocer of ours in the light brown hat
Asks two and eleven for pickles like that!"
But a Glug stood up with a wart on his nose.
And cried, "Your Majesties! Ogs is foes!"
But the Glugs cried. "Peace! Will you hold your jaw!
How did our grandpas fashion the law?"