Bang! Now the animal Is dead and dumb and done. Nevermore to peep again, creep again, leap again, Eat or sleep or drink again, oh, what fun!

Three jolly huntsmen, In coats of red, Rode their horses Up to bed.

Wonderful lovely there she sat, Singing the night away, All in the solitudinous sea Of that there lonely bay.

It's a very odd thing&mdas; As odd as can be- That whatever Miss T. eats Turns into Miss T.