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It chanced one day, in the middle of May, / There came to the great King Splosh / A policeman, who said, while scratching his head, / "There isn't a stone in Gosh / To throw at a dog; for the crafty Og, / Last Saturday week, at one, / Took our last blue-metal, in order to settle / A bill for a toy pop-gun. " / Said the King, jokingly, / "Why, how provokingly / Weird; but we have the gun."
And the King said, "Well, we are stony-broke. " / But the Queen could not see it was much of a joke.