Viii

Hasty Frodgedobbulum, being a fool, Forgot of the Magic Boots the rule.

They were made on a right and a left boot-tree, But he put the wrong leg in the boot, you see!

It was a terrible mistake For even a giant in love to make--

Terrible in its consequences, Frightful to any man’s seven senses!

Down came a thunderbolt, rumble and glare! Frodgedobbulum Castle blew up in the air!

The giant, deprived of self-control, Was carried away to the very North Pole;

For such was the magic rule. Poor F. Now sits on the peak of the Arctic cliff!

The point is so sharp it makes him shrink; The northern streamers, they make him blink;

One boot on, and one boot off, He shivers and shakes, and thinks, with a cough,

“Safe in Banbury Marjorie dwells; Marjorie will marry some one else!”