Fit The Fifth - The Beavers Lesson Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABAB CDCD EFEF GHGH IJIJ GKLK MNMN OFOF OFOF AOAO FOFO PFFF GQGQ FFFF OORO OOOO FSFS TOTO UFVF FFPF OPOP WOWX YFYF SZSZ FOFO FFFF OPFP A2B2A2B2 FJFJ| They sought it with thimbles they sought it with care | A |
| They pursued it with forks and hope | B |
| They threatened its life with a railway share | A |
| They charmed it with smiles and soap | B |
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| Then the Butcher contrived an ingenious plan | C |
| For making a separate sally | D |
| And fixed on a spot unfrequented by man | C |
| A dismal and desolate valley | D |
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| But the very same plan to the Beaver occurred | E |
| It had chosen the very same place | F |
| Yet neither betrayed by a sign or a word | E |
| The disgust that appeared in his face | F |
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| Each thought he was thinking of nothing but Snark | G |
| And the glorious work of the day | H |
| And each tried to pretend that he did not remark | G |
| That the other was going that way | H |
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| But the valley grew narrow and narrower still | I |
| And the evening got darker and colder | J |
| Till merely from nervousness not from goodwill | I |
| They marched along shoulder to shoulder | J |
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| Then a scream shrill and high rent the shuddering sky | G |
| And they knew that some danger was near | K |
| The Beaver turned pale to the tip of its tail | L |
| And even the Butcher felt queer | K |
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| He thought of his childhood left far far behind | M |
| That blissful and innocent state | N |
| The sound so exactly recalled to his mind | M |
| A pencil that squeaks on a slate | N |
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| 'Tis the voice of the Jubjub he suddenly cried | O |
| This man that they used to call Dunce | F |
| As the Bellman would tell you he added with pride | O |
| I have uttered that sentiment once | F |
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| 'Tis the note of the Jubjub Keep count I entreat | O |
| You will find I have told it you twice | F |
| 'Tis the song of the Jubjub The proof is complete | O |
| If only I've stated it thrice | F |
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| The Beaver had counted with scrupulous care | A |
| Attending to every word | O |
| But it fairly lost heart and outgrabe in despair | A |
| When the third repetition occurred | O |
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| It felt that in spite of all possible pains | F |
| It had somehow contrived to lose count | O |
| And the only thing now was to rack its poor brains | F |
| By reckoning up the amount | O |
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| Two added to one if that could but be done | P |
| It said with one's fingers and thumbs | F |
| Recollecting with tears how in earlier years | F |
| It had taken no pains with its sums | F |
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| The thing can be done said the Butcher I think | G |
| The thing must be done I am sure | Q |
| The thing shall be done Bring me paper and ink | G |
| The best there is time to procure | Q |
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| The Beaver brought paper portfolio pens | F |
| And ink in unfailing supplies | F |
| While strange creepy creatures came out of their dens | F |
| And watched them with wondering eyes | F |
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| So engrossed was the Butcher he heeded them not | O |
| As he wrote with a pen in each hand | O |
| And explained all the while in a popular style | R |
| Which the Beaver could well understand | O |
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| Taking Three as the subject to reason about | O |
| A convenient number to state | O |
| We add Seven and Ten and then multiply out | O |
| By One Thousand diminished by Eight | O |
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| The result we proceed to divide as you see | F |
| By Nine Hundred and Ninety Two | S |
| Then subtract Seventeen and the answer must be | F |
| Exactly and perfectly true | S |
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| The method employed I would gladly explain | T |
| While I have it so clear in my head | O |
| If I had but the time and you had but the brain | T |
| But much yet remains to be said | O |
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| In one moment I've seen what has hitherto been | U |
| Enveloped in absolute mystery | F |
| And without extra charge I will give you at large | V |
| A Lesson in Natural History | F |
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| In his genial way he proceeded to say | F |
| Forgetting all laws of propriety | F |
| And that giving instruction without introduction | P |
| Would have caused quite a thrill in Society | F |
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| As to temper the Jubjub's a desperate bird | O |
| Since it lives in perpetual passion | P |
| Its taste in costume is entirely absurd | O |
| It is ages ahead of the fashion | P |
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| But it knows any friend it has met once before | W |
| It never will look at a bride | O |
| And in charity meetings it stands at the door | W |
| And collects though it does not subscribe | X |
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| Its flavor when cooked is more exquisite far | Y |
| Than mutton or oysters or eggs | F |
| Some think it keeps best in an ivory jar | Y |
| And some in mahogany kegs | F |
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| You boil it in sawdust you salt it in glue | S |
| You condense it with locusts and tape | Z |
| Still keeping one principal object in view | S |
| To preserve its symmetrical shape | Z |
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| The Butcher would gladly have talked till next day | F |
| But he felt that the lesson must end | O |
| And he wept with delight in attempting to say | F |
| He considered the Beaver his friend | O |
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| While the Beaver confessed with affectionate looks | F |
| More eloquent even than tears | F |
| It had learned in ten minutes far more than all books | F |
| Would have taught it in seventy years | F |
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| They returned hand in hand and the Bellman unmanned | O |
| For a moment with noble emotion | P |
| Said This amply repays all the wearisome days | F |
| We have spent on the billowy ocean | P |
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| Such friends as the Beaver and Butcher became | A2 |
| Have seldom if ever been known | B2 |
| In winter or summer 'twas always the same | A2 |
| You could never meet either alone | B2 |
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| And when quarrels arose as one frequently finds | F |
| Quarrels will spite of every endeavor | J |
| The song of the Jubjub recurred to their minds | F |
| And cemented their friendship for ever | J |
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