gets. Cut-an'-come-again is his name, an' cut, an' come again, is his nature.[Pg 19] Me an' Sam has been eatin' away at this Puddin' for years, and there's not a mark on him. Perhaps,' he added, 'you would like to hear how we came to own this remarkable Puddin'.'

[Pg 19]

'Nothing would please me more,' said Bunyip Bluegum.

'In that case,' said Bill, 'let her go for a song.'

'Ho, the cook of the Saucy Sausage,

Was a feller called Curry and Rice,

A son of a gun as fat as a tun

With a face as round as a hot-cross bun,

Or a barrel, to be precise.

'One winter's morn we rounds the Horn,

A-rollin' homeward bound.

We strikes on the ice, goes down in a trice,

And all on board but Curry and Rice

And me an' Sam is drowned.

[Pg 20]

'For Sam an' me an' the cook, yer see,

We climbs on a lump of ice,

And there in the sleet we suffered a treat

For several months from frozen feet,

With nothin' at all but ice to eat,

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