Without repose upon the nose

Of walruses and seals.

But bless your heart, a penguin feels

Supreme contempt for foolish seals,

While he never fails, where'er he goes,

To turn back-flaps on a walrus nose.'

[Pg 34]

'It's all very fine,' said the Puddin' gloomily, 'singing about the joys of being penguins and pirates, but how'd you like to be a Puddin' and be eaten all day long?'

And in a very gruff voice he sang as follows:—

'O, who would be a puddin',

A puddin' in a pot,

A puddin' which is stood on

A fire which is hot?

O sad indeed the lot

Of puddin's in a pot.

'I wouldn't be a puddin'

If I could be a bird,

If I could be a wooden

Doll, I would'n say a word.

Yes, I have often heard

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