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The Zankiwank
A possible, probable, Able-land,
So do not vex the guard!
So do not vex the guard!
We’ve left behind us Charing Cross,
And all the town in bed;
For it is plain, though in this train,
We’re standing on our head!
We’re riding now in Bedfordshire,
Which is the Land of Nod;
And yet in the sky we are flying high,
Which seems extremely odd!
And all the town in bed;
For it is plain, though in this train,
We’re standing on our head!
We’re riding now in Bedfordshire,
Which is the Land of Nod;
And yet in the sky we are flying high,
Which seems extremely odd!
So off we go to Fable Land—
(Speak kindly to the guard!)
Which many think a Babel-land,
But this you disregard.
You’ll find it is a Stable-land,
With stables in the yard—
A possible, probable, Able-land,
So do not vex the guard!
(Speak kindly to the guard!)
Which many think a Babel-land,
But this you disregard.
You’ll find it is a Stable-land,
With stables in the yard—
A possible, probable, Able-land,
So do not vex the guard!