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52 They climb the trees. 'Tis a bootless task To say so over again, or ask The cause of it all, or the reason why They never felt happier up on high. For Joi asked why; and Joi was a fool, And never a Glug of the fine old school With fixed opinions and Sunday clothes. And the habit of looking beyond its nose. And treating foes With the calm contempt of the One Who Knows

And every spider who heaves a line And trusts to his luck when the day is hue. Or reckless swings from an awful height. He knows the Glugs quite well by sight. "You can never mistake them," he will say: "For they always act in a Gluglike way. And they climb the trees when the glass points fait. With circumspection and proper care. For they fear to tear The very expensive clothes they wear." 

But Joi was a Glug with a twisted mind Of the nasty, meditative kind. He'd meditate on the modes of Gosh, And dared to muse on the acts of Splosh;