But we never got to the Sunset Sea, With its fiery waves aglow,For we didn't count on the old plum-tree, And Billy, he did, you know.
Oh, Billy looked kind and mild enough, But a plot in his heart did hide;He knew that the plum-tree bark was rough, And the branches were low and wide.
So straight for the tree old Billy steered, And vainly we shouted "Whoa!"His mind was fixed, and he never veered From the path where he meant to go.
Under the tree he firmly trod, ('Twas just high enough for him,)And we went tumbling on the sod. Scraped off by a scraggly limb.
No more we rode on the Shining Way; We were bruised, and our thoughts were sad;While Billy winked, as he looked our way; And his wink was knowing and bad.
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