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Witchy witchy witchy wee!

Twitchy witchy witchy bee!

Tikky tikky tee!

IV

I was also sad, and thinking,

When one day I saw you winking,

And I heard you sniffle-snuffle,

And I saw your feathers ruffle;

To myself I sadly said,

She’s neuralgia in er head!

That dear head has nothing on it!

Ought she not to wear a bonnet?

Witchy kitchy kitchy wee?

Spikky wikky mikky bee?

Chippy wippy chee?

V

Let us both fly up to town!

There I’ll buy you such a gown!

Which, completely in the fashion,

You shall tie a sky-blue sash on.

And a pair of slippers neat,

To fit your darling little feet,

So that you will look and feel

Quite galloobious and genteel!

Jikky wikky bikky see,

Chicky bikky wikky bee,

Twicky witchy wee!”

VI

So they both to London went,

Alighting on the Monument,

Whence they flew down swiftly—pop,

Into Moses’ wholesale shop;

There they bought a hat and bonnet,

And a gown with spots upon it,

A satin sash of Cloxam blue,

And a pair of slippers too.

Zikky wikky mikky bee,

Witchy witchy mitchy kee,

Sikky tikky wee.

VII

Then when so completely drest,

Back they flew, and reached their nest.

Their children cried, “O Ma and Pa!

How truly beautiful you are!”

Said they, “We trust that cold or pain

We shall never feel again!

While, perched on tree, or house, or steeple,

We now shall look like other people.

Witchy witchy witchy wee,

Twikky mikky bikky bee,

Zikky sikky tee.”

The Pelican chorus

King and Queen of the Pelicans we;

No other Birds so grand we see!

None but we have feet like fins!

With lovely leathery throats and chins!

Ploffskin, Pluffskin, Pelican jee!

We think no Birds so happy as we!

Plumpskin, Ploshkin, Pelican jill!

We think so then, and we thought so still!

We live on the Nile. The Nile we love.

By night we sleep on the cliffs above;

By day we fish, and at eve we stand

On long bare islands of yellow sand.

And when the sun sinks slowly down

And the great rock walls grow dark and brown,

Where the purple river rolls fast and dim

And the Ivory Ibis starlike skim,

Wing to wing we dance around,—

Opening our mouths as Pelicans ought,

And this is the song we nightly snort;—

Ploffskin, Pluffskin, Pelican jee!

We think no Birds so happy as we!

Plumpskin, Ploshkin, Pelican jill,—

We think so then, and we thought so still!

Last year came out our Daughter, Dell;

And all the Birds received her well.

To do her honour, a feast we made

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