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54 Who climbed a tree when the weather was calm; And they hanged poor Joi on a Snufflebust Palm; Then they sang a psalm. Did those pious Glugs 'neath the Snufflebust Palm.

And every hoc that kisses a flow'r. And every blossom, born for an hour. And every bird on its gladsome flight. All know the Clugs quite well by sight. For they say, " 'Tis a simple test we've got: If you know one Glug, why, you know the lot!" . . . So, they climbed a tree in the bourgeoning Spring, And they hanged poor Joi with some second-hand string. 'Tis a horrible thing To be hanged by Glugs with second-hand string. 

Then Splosh, the king, rose up and said, "It's not polite; but he's safer dead. And there's not much room in the land of Gosh For a Glug named Joi and a king called Splosh!" And every Glug flung high his hat, And cried, "We're Glugs! and you can't change that!"