English poem
Halloo, Old Scuttle!
by Mary Mapes Dodge (1831–1905)
HALLOO, old scuttle! good old soul, What's become of all your coal? "Why the tongs he came with a gobbledy-gun, And took my coals out, one by one; And the blaze ran in with a tricksy-spire And set the pretty things a-fire; And the blower came with a roaring-roar, And made them burn up more and more; And then the poker with koppitty-hop, He poked their ashes and made 'em drop-- And that, O Gobbledy-Koppitty-dole! Is what's become of all my coal."
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