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  A possible, probable, Able-land,
   So do not vex the guard!

We’ve left behind us Charing Cross,
 And all the town in bed;
For it is plain, though in this train,
 We’re standing on our head!
We’re riding now in Bedfordshire,
 Which is the Land of Nod;
And yet in the sky we are flying high,
 Which seems extremely odd!

  So off we go to Fable Land—
   (Speak kindly to the guard!)
  Which many think a Babel-land,
   But this you disregard.
  You’ll find it is a Stable-land,
   With stables in the yard—
  A possible, probable, Able-land,
   So do not vex the guard!

Maudie and Willie found themselves joining lustily in the chorus when the Zankiwank pulled the cord communicating with the guard, and,