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Curdie's Clue 181
They only grinned and pressed closer. Curdie bethought himself, and began to rhyme.
"Ten, twenty, thirty— You 're all so very dirty! Twenty, thirty, forty— You're all so thick and snorty!
"Thirty, forty, fifty— You're all so puff-and-snifty! Forty, fifty, sixty— Beast and man so mixty!
"Fifty, sixty, seventy— Mixty, maxty, leaventy! Sixty, seventy, eighty— All your cheeks so slaty!
"Seventy, eighty, ninety, All your hands so flinty! Eighty, ninety, hundred, Altogether dundred!"
The goblins fell back a little when he began, and made horrible grimaces all through the rhyme, as if eating something so disagreeable that it set their teeth on edge and gave them the creeps; but whether it was that the rhyming words were most of them no words at all, for, a new rhyme being considered the more efficacious, Curdie had made it on the spur of the moment, or whether it was that the presence of |
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