Except, in the sky

At a million miles high

Is the Malazite Blue for delighting the eye.

And Corazine Green is splendidly fair

When tinting the ringlets and curls of your hair—

It comes, if you please,

From the leaves of the trees

When they are made bright by the brush of the breeze.

Oh, barrels and barrels of Malazite Blue,

And barrels of Corazine Green, it is true

Are used every year

Just to keep the sky clear

And to tint all the leaves when they have to appear.

"Well, I never heard anything in the world like that," said the Widow Pickle. "An Enchanted Banjo, that can play by itself! Surely, this house is haunted, my children, 11since your poor father died! But what a situation for a lone widow to be in here in a great city, with blue- and green-haired Twins, an utter stranger, and an Enchanted Banjo, which plays by itself, and sings about the peculiar hair of my dear Twins! I always said that your poor dear father, although good, was not a practical man."

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She looked at the Banjo as it lay upon the table. To her great surprise, she saw it take itself apart before her eyes. It lay there in two pieces, the neck quite apart from the head. Of course, in that position it ceased playing, and, indeed, one could have expected nothing else, for even an Enchanted Banjo can not play when it is in two pieces.

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