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Rh He dared to speak, and, worse than that, He spoke out loud, and he said it flat. "Why climb?" said he. "When you reach the top There's nowhere to go, and you have to stop, Unless you drop. And the higher you are the worse you flop."

And every cricket that chirps at eve. And scoffs at the folly of fools who grieve, And the furtive mice who revel at night, All know the Glugs quite well by sight. For, "Why," they say, "in the land of Gosh There is no one else who will bow to Splosh. And they climb the trees when the rain pelts down And feeds the gutters that thread the town; For they fear to drown, When floods are frothy and waters brown." 

Said the Glug called Joi, "This climbing trees Is a foolish art, and things like these Cause much distress in the land of Gosh. Let's stay on the ground and kill King Splosh!" But Splosh, the king, he smiled a smile, And beckoned once to his hangman, Guile,