But some one said, “A hill there is, a little to the north,
And to its purpledicular top a narrow way leads forth;
And there among the rugged rocks abides an ancient Sage,—­
An earnest Man, who reads all day a most perplexing page. 
Climb up, and seize him by the toes,—­all studious as he sits,—­
And pull him down, and chop him into endless little bits! 
Then mix him with your Onion (cut up likewise into Scraps),—­
When your Stuffin’ will be ready, and very good—­perhaps.”

Those two old Bachelors without loss of time
The nearly purpledicular crags at once began to climb;
And at the top, among the rocks, all seated in a nook,
They saw that Sage a-reading of a most enormous book.

“You earnest Sage!” aloud they cried, “your book you’ve read enough in!  We wish to chop you into bits to mix you into Stuffin’!”

But that old Sage looked calmly up, and with his awful book,
At those two Bachelors’ bald heads a certain aim he took;
And over Crag and precipice they rolled promiscuous down,—­
At once they rolled, and never stopped in lane or field or town;
And when they reached their house, they found (besides their want
          
                                                of Stuffin’),
The Mouse had fled—­and, previously, had eaten up the Muffin.

They left their home in silence by the once convivial door;
And from that hour those Bachelors were never heard of more.

[Illustration:  Sheet Music—­The Pelicans]

[Illustration]

The Pelican chorus.

    King and Queen of the Pelicans we;
     No other Birds so grand we see! 
    None but we have feet like fins! 
    With lovely leathery throats and chins! 
        Ploffskin, Pluffskin, Pelican jee! 
        We think no Birds so happy as we! 
        Plumpskin, Ploshkin, Pelican Jill! 
        We think so then, and we thought so still

    We live on the Nile.  The Nile we love. 
    By night we sleep on the cliffs above;
    By day we fish, and at eve we stand
    On long bare islands of yellow sand. 
    And when the sun sinks slowly down,
    And the great rock walls grow dark and brown,

    Where the purple river rolls fast and dim
    And the Ivory Ibis starlike skim,
    Wing to wing we dance around,
    Stamping our feet with a flumpy sound,
    Opening our mouths as Pelicans ought;
    And this is the song we nightly snort,—­
        Ploffskin, Pluffskin, Pelican jee! 
        We think no Birds so happy as we! 
        Plumpskin, Ploshkin, Pelican jill! 
        We think so then, and we thought so still!

    Last year came out our Daughter Dell,
    And all the Birds received her well. 
    To do her honor a feast we made
    For every bird that can swim or wade,—­
    Herons and Gulls, and Cormorants