Three puddin'-owners bold.

'When we with rage assemble,

Let puddin'-snatchers groan;

Let puddin'-burglars tremble,

They'll ne'er our puddin' own.

'Hurrah for puddin'-owning,

Hurrah for Friendship's hand,

The puddin'-thieves are groaning

To see our noble band.

'Hurrah, we'll stick together,

And always bear in mind

To eat our puddin' gallantly,

Whenever we're inclined.'

[Pg 36]

Having given three rousing cheers, they shook hands once more and turned in for the night. After such a busy day, walking, talking, fighting, singing, and eating puddin', they were all asleep in a pig's whisper.[Pg 37]

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The Society of Puddin'-owners were up bright and early next morning, and had the billy on and tea made before six o'clock, which is the best part of the day, because the world has just had his face washed, and the air smells like Pears' soap.

'Aha,' said Bill Barnacle, cutting up slices of the Puddin', 'this is what I call grand. Here we are, after a splendid night's sleep on dry leaves, havin' a smokin' hot slice of steak-and-kidney for breakfast round the camp 

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