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O, The Tremplacent Tale of Sir Jimbo

O, in the windy dustland,

Without a gnurd to spare,

Sir Jimbo dug with waistband,

And found a grobbit there.

"O what a day for digging,"

Jim chortled in his mirth,

"To find such bocious treasure

On such a plot of earth!"

O, danced he 'round the bribbisk,

From morn, e'en unto eve,

But found he no more grobbits

So chose Sir Jim to leave.

"O, spent much time in dustland,

Have I these fortnights three,

My time hath been so wasted!"

So set Jim Jim's self free.

O, travelled Jim 'cross dustland,

That he did, chap, this is true;

So find thee no such grobbits

Lest suffer like Jim you do.

O, morals are so needed,

In tales somewhat like this,

So here is one from Jimbo:

GROBBITS = TROUBLE