A terrible creature of Ink-bottle Land,

A Jack-o-my-goblin is he.

The sea-urchins made him to place on the sand,

And frighten the monsters that dwell on the land.

They took a sea-pumpkin and carved it by hand,

And lighted it up in their glee

With a phosphorus fish from the sea;

Now all the day long on the shore doth he stand,

While Land-loodles terrified flee,

Oh, yes,

The terrified Land-loodles flee.

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THE FRIENDLY CHICKENS

These chicks have been out in all weathers,

They have little to show but pin-feathers;

But their friendship is strong,

And they sing us a song

Regardless of wherefores or whethers.

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