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!”