"The solemn word is plighted,
The solemn tale is told,
We swear to stand united,
Three puddin'-owners bold.
"Hurrah for puddin'-owning,
Hurrah for Friendship's hand,
The puddin'-thieves are groaning
To see our noble band.
"When we with rage assemble,
Let puddin'-snatchers groan;
Let puddin'-burglars tremble,
They'll ne'er our puddin' own.
"Hurrah, we'll stick together,
And always bear in mind
To eat our puddin' gallantly,
Whenever we're inclined.
"Having given three rousing cheers, they shook hands once more
and turned in for the night. After such a busy day, walking,
talking, fighting, singing, and eating puddin', they were all
asleep in a pig's whisper.