The Pobble who has no
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
Lavender water tinged with pink,
For she said "The World in general
There's nothing so good for a Pobble's toes!"The Pobble who has no
Swam across the Bristol Channel;
But before he set out he wrapped his
In a piece of scarlet flannel.
For his Aunt Jobiska said "No
Can come to his toes if his nose is warm;
And it's perfectly known that a Pobble's
Are safe, — provided he minds his nose!"The Pobble swam fast and well,
And when boats or ships came near him,
He tinkledy-blinkledy-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
Runcible Cat with crimson whiskers!"But before he touched the shore,
The shore of the Bristol Channel,
A sea-green porpoise carried
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!
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 grey,
Or crafty Mermaids stole them away -Nobody knew: and nobody
How the Pobble was robbed of his twice five toes!
The Pobble who has no
Was placed in a friendly Bark,
And they rowed him back, and carried him
To his Aunt Jobiska's Park.
And she made him a feast at his earnest
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!"
