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How glad he'd given his very last shirt To make the G string whole.
He pined for a place where he could buy Another such a string;
But hope was lost and Jim sat down His death song for to sing.
A tender-hearted monster heard
Poor Marlinspike's sad wail— The great big mammal-fish that's called
The true and righteous whale; And straight away his whaleship went,
Right down to Whatcom flats, And swallowed there a gunny-sack,
Cramfuli of all size cats.
The G cat and the B cat too,
Likewise the slender E, And wire to make the big A strings,
A cargo full, took he, And then he hied him fast away.
To Jim's lone island shore, And threw his string-truck on the beach
And laughed till he was sore.
Now when Jim Marlinspike beheld What this good whale had done
He knew that 'mong the mammal sort A real friend he'd won. |
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