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This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 16 pages of information about Laughable Lyrics.

X.

From the Coast of Coromandel
Did that Lady never go;
On that heap of stones she mourns
For the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo. 
On that Coast of Coromandel,
In his jug without a handle
Still she weeps, and daily moans;
On that little heap of stones
To her Dorking Hens she moans,
For the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo,
For the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo.

THE POBBLE WHO HAS NO TOES.

[Illustration]

I.

    The Pobble who has no toes
        Had once as many as we;
    When they said, “Some day you may lose them all;”
        He replied, “Fish fiddle de-dee!”
    And his Aunt Jobiska made him drink
    Lavender water tinged with pink;
    For she said, “The World in general knows
    There’s nothing so good for a Pobble’s toes!”

II.

    The Pobble who has no toes,
        Swam across the Bristol Channel;
    But before he set out he wrapped his nose
        In a piece of scarlet flannel. 
    For his Aunt Jobiska said, “No harm
    Can come to his toes if his nose is warm;
    And it’s perfectly known that a Pobble’s toes
    Are safe—­provided he minds his nose.”

III.

    The Pobble swam fast and well,
        And when boats or ships came near him,
    He tinkledy-binkledy-winkled a bell
        So that all the world could hear him. 
    And all the Sailors and Admirals cried,
    When they saw him nearing the further side,—­
   “He has gone to fish, for his Aunt Jobiska’s
    Runcible Cat with crimson whiskers!”

IV.

    But before he touched the shore,—­
        The shore of the Bristol Channel,
    A sea-green Porpoise carried away
        His wrapper of scarlet flannel. 
    And when he came to observe his feet,
    Formerly garnished with toes so neat,
    His face at once became forlorn
    On perceiving that all his toes were gone!

V.

    And nobody ever knew,
        From that dark day to the present,
    Whoso had taken the Pobble’s toes,
        In a manner so far from pleasant. 
    Whether the shrimps or crawfish gray,
    Or crafty Mermaids stole them away,
    Nobody knew; and nobody knows
    How the Pobble was robbed of his twice five toes!

VI.

    The Pobble who has no toes
        Was placed in a friendly Bark,
    And they rowed him back, and carried him up
        To his Aunt Jobiska’s Park. 
    And she made him a feast, at his earnest wish,
    Of eggs and buttercups fried with fish;
    And she said, “It’s a fact the whole world knows,
    That Pobbles are happier without their toes.”

THE NEW VESTMENTS.

    There lived an old man in the Kingdom of Tess,
    Who invented a purely original dress;
    And when it was perfectly made and complete,
    He opened the door and walked into the street.

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