THE POBBLE WHO HAS NO TOES

by: Edward Lear (1812-1888)

      HE Pobble who has no toes
      Had once as many as we;
      When they said, "Some day you may lose them all,"
      He replied, "Fish fiddle de-dee!"
      And his Aunt Jobiska made him drink
      Lavender water tinged with pink;
      For she said, "The World in general knows
      There's nothing so good for a Pobble's toes!"
       
      The Pobble who has no toes
      Swam across the Bristol Channel;
      But before he set out he wrapped his nose
      In a piece of scarlet flannel.
      For his Aunt Jobiska said, "No harm
      Can come to his toes if his nose is warm;
      And it's perfectly known that a Pobble's toes
      Are safe--provided he minds his nose."
       
      The Pobble swam fast and well,
      And when boats or ships came near him,
      He tinkledy-blinkledy-winkled a bell
      So that all the world could hear him.
      And all the Sailors and Admirals cried,
      When they saw him nearing the farther side,
      "He has gone to fish for his Aunt Jobiska's
      Runcible Cat with crimson whiskers!"
       
      But before he touched the shore--
      The shore of the Bristol Channel,
      A sea-green Porpoise carried away
      His wrapper of scarlet flannel.
      And when he came to observe his feet,
      Formerly garnished with toes so neat,
      His face at once became forlorn
      On perceiving that all his toes were gone!
       
      And nobody ever knew,
      From that dark day to the present,
      Whoso had taken the Pobble's toes,
      In a manner so far from pleasant.
      Whether the shrimps or crawfish gray,
      Or crafty mermaids stole them away,
      Nobody knew; and nobody knows
      How the Pobble was robbed of his twice five toes!
       
      The Pobble who has no toes
      Was placed in a friendly Bark,
      And they rowed him back and carried him up
      To his Aunt Jobiska's Park.
      And she made him a feast at his earnest wish,
      Of eggs and buttercups fried with fish;
      And she said, "It's a fact the whole world knows,
      That Pobbles are happier without their toes."

"The Pobble Who Has No Toes" is reprinted from A Nonsense Anthology. Ed. Carolyn Wells. New York: Charles Scribner's Sons, 1915.

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