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They climb the trees. 'Tis a bootless task
To say so over again, or ask
The cause of it all, or the reason why
They never felt happier up on high.
For Joi asked why; and Joi was a fool,
And never a Glug of the fine old school
With fixed opinions and Sunday clothes.
And the habit of looking beyond its nose.
And treating foes
With the calm contempt of the One Who Knows

And every spider who heaves a line
And trusts to his luck when the day is hue.
Or reckless swings from an awful height.
He knows the Glugs quite well by sight.
"You can never mistake them," he will say:
"For they always act in a Gluglike way.
And they climb the trees when the glass points fait.
With circumspection and proper care.
For they fear to tear
The very expensive clothes they wear."

But Joi was a Glug with a twisted mind
Of the nasty, meditative kind.
He'd meditate on the modes of Gosh,
And dared to muse on the acts of Splosh;