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Who climbed a tree when the weather was calm;
And they hanged poor Joi on a Snufflebust Palm;
Then they sang a psalm.
Did those pious Glugs 'neath the Snufflebust Palm.

And every hoc that kisses a flow'r.
And every blossom, born for an hour.
And every bird on its gladsome flight.
All know the Clugs quite well by sight.
For they say, " 'Tis a simple test we've got:
If you know one Glug, why, you know the lot!" . . .
So, they climbed a tree in the bourgeoning Spring,
And they hanged poor Joi with some second-hand string.
'Tis a horrible thing
To be hanged by Glugs with second-hand string.

Then Splosh, the king, rose up and said,
"It's not polite; but he's safer dead.
And there's not much room in the land of Gosh
For a Glug named Joi and a king called Splosh!"
And every Glug flung high his hat,
And cried, "We're Glugs! and you can't change that!"