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Then a scream, shrill and high, rent the shuddering sky
And they knew that some danger was near:
The Beaver turned pale to the tip of its tail
And even the Butcher felt queer

'The thing can be done,' said the Butcher, 'I think
The thing must be done, I am sure
The thing shall be done! Bring me paper and ink
The best there is time to procure.'

The Beaver brought paper, portfolio, pens
And ink in unfailing supplies:
While strange creepy creatures came out of their dens
And watched them with wondering eyes

'You boil it in sawdust: you salt it in glue:
You condense it with locusts and tape:
Still keeping one principal object in view--
To preserve its symmetrical shape.'

'Taking Three as the subject to reason about--
A convenient number to state--
We add Seven, and Ten, and then multiply out
By One Thousand diminished by Eight

'The result we proceed to divide, as you see
By Nine Hundred and Ninety Two:
Then subtract Seventeen, and the answer must be
Exactly and perfectly true

Exactly and perfectly true

'You boil it in sawdust: you salt it in glue:
You condense it with locusts and tape:
Still keeping one principal object in view--
To preserve its symmetrical shape.'

'You boil it in sawdust: you salt it in glue:
To preserve its symmetrical shape.'

Still keeping one principal object in view--
You condense it with locusts and tape

'The method employed I would gladly explain
While I have it so clear in my head
If I had but the time and you had but the brain--
But much yet remains to be said

'In one moment I've seen what has hitherto been
Enveloped in absolute mystery
And without extra charge I will give you at large
A Lesson in Natural History.'

'You boil it in sawdust: you salt it in glue:
You condense it with locusts and tape:
Still keeping one principal object in view--
To preserve its symmetrical shape.'

'You boil it in sawdust: you salt it in glue:
To preserve its symmetrical shape.'

Still keeping one principal object in view--
You condense it with locusts and tape

Such friends, are the two in this story became
Have seldom if ever been known;
In winter or summer, 'twas always the same--
You could never meet either alone

Such friends, are the two in this story became
Have seldom if ever been known;
In winter or summer, 'twas always the same--
You could never meet either alone