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1824–1905

IV.

George MacDonald

I've a very long nose, but what of that? It is not too long to lie on a mat! I have very big jaws, but never get fat: I do n't go to church, and I'm not a church rat!

I've a mouth in my middle my food goes in at, Just like a skate's — that's a fish that's a flat. In summer I'm seldom able to breathe, But when winter his blades in ice doth sheathe

I swell my one lung, I look big and I puff, And I sometimes hiss.— There, that's enough!

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