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They climbed the trees As was told before	A
The Glugs climbed trees in the days of yore	A
When the oldes tree in the land to day	B
Was a tender little seedling Nay	B
This climbing habit was old so old	C
That even the cheeses could not have told	C
When the past Glug people first began	D
To give their lives to the climbing plan	D
And the legend ran	D
That the art was old as the mind of man	D
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And even the mountains old and hoar	A
And the billows that broke on Gosh's shore	A
Since the far off neolithic night	E
All knew the Glugs quite well by sight	E
And they tell of a perfectly easy way	B
For yesterday's Glug is the Glug of to day	B
And they climb the trees when the thunder rolls	F
To solemnly salve their shop worn souls	F
For they fear the coals	F
That threaten to frizzle their shop worn souls	F
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They climbed the trees 'Tis a bootless task	G
To say so over again or ask	G
The cause of it all or the reason why	H
They never felt happier up on high	H
For Joi asked why and Joi was a fool	I
And never a Glug of the fine old school	I
With fixed opinions and Sunday clothes	J
And the habit of looking beyond its nose	K
And treating foes	K
With the calm contempt of the One Who Knows	K
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And every spider who heaves a line	L
And trusts to his luck when the day is fine	L
Or reckless swings from an awful height	E
He knows the Glugs quite well by sight	E
'You can never mistake them ' he will say	B
'For they always act in a Gluglike way	B
And they climb the trees when the glass points fair	M
With circumspection and proper care	M
For they fear to tear	M
The very expensive clothes they wear '	-
	-
But Joi was a Glug with a twisted mind	N
Of the nasty meditative kind	N
He'd meditate on the modes of Gosh	O
And dared to muse on the acts of Splosh	O
He dared to speak and worse than that	P
He spoke out loud and he said it flat	P
'Why climb ' said he 'When you reach the top	Q
There's nowhere to go and you have to stop	Q
Unless you drop	Q
And the higher you are the worse you flop '	-
	-
And every cricket that chirps at eve	R
And scoffs at the folly of fools who grieve	R
And the furtive mice who revel at night	E
All know the Glugs quite well by sight	E
For 'Why ' they say ' in the land of Gosh	O
There is no one else who will bow to Splosh	O
And they climb the trees when the rain pelts down	S
And feeds the gutters that thread the town	S
For they fear to drown	S
When floods are frothy and waters brown '	-
	-
Said the Glug called Joi 'This climbing trees	T
Is a foolish art and things like these	T
Cause much distress in the land of Gosh	O
Let's stay on the ground and kill King Splosh '	-
But Splosh the king he smiled a smile	U
And beckoned once to his hangman Guile	U
Who climbed a tree when the weather was calm	V
And they hanged poor Joi on a Snufflebust Palm	V
Then they sang a psalm	W
Did those pious Glugs 'neath the Snufflebust Palm	V
	-
And every bee that kisses a flow'r	X
And every blossom born for an hour	Y
And every bird on its gladsome flight	E
All know the Glugs quite well by sight	E
For they say ''Tis a simple test we've got	Z
If you know one Glug why you know the lot '	-
So they climbed a tree in the bourgeoning Spring	A2
And they hanged poor Joi with some second hand string	A2
'Tis a horrible thing	A2
To be hanged by Glugs with second hand string	A2
	-
Then Splosh the king rose up and said	B2
'It's not polite but he's safer dead	B2
And there's not much room in the land of Gosh	O
For a Glug named Joi and a king called Splosh '	-
And every Glug flung high his hat	P
And cried 'We're Glugs and you can't change that '	-
So they climbed the trees since the weather was cold	C
While the brazen bell of the city tolled	C
And tolled and told	C
The fate of a Glug who was over bold	C
	-
And every cloud that sails the blue	C2
And every dancing sunbeam too	C2
And every sparkling dewdropp bright	E
All know the Glugs quite well by sight	E
'We tell ' say they 'by a simple test	D2
For any old Glug is like the rest	D2
And they climb the trees when there's weather about	E2
In a general way as a cure for gout	E2
Tho' some folks doubt	E2
If the climbing habit is good for gout '	-
	-
So Joi was hanged and his race was run	F2
And the Glugs were tickled with what they'd done	F2
And after that if a day should come	G2
When a Glug felt extra specially glum	G2
He'd call his children around his knee	H2
And tell that tale with a chuckle of glee	H2
And should a little Glug girl or boy	I2
See naught of a joke in the fate of Joi	J2
Then he'd employ	I2
Stern measures with such little girl or boy	I2
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But every dawn that paints the sky	H
And every splendid noontide high	H
All know the Glugs so well so well	K2
'Tis an easy matter and plain to tell	K2
For lacking wit with a candour smug	L2
A Glug will boast that he is a Glug	L2
And they climb the trees if it shines or rains	M2
To settle the squirming in their brains	M2
And the darting pains	M2
That are caused by rushing and catching trains	M2

Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis

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