A fire which is hot ?
O sad indeed the lot
Of puddin's in a pot.

"I wouldn't be a puddin'
If I could be a bird,
If I could be a wooden
Doll, I wouldn't say a word.
Yes, I have often heard
It's grand to be a bird.

"But as I am a puddin',
A puddin' in a pot,
I hope you get the stomachache
For eatin' me a lot.
I hope you get it hot,
You puddin'-eatin' lot!"

"Very well sung, Albert," said Bill encouragingly, "though
you're a trifle husky in your undertones, which is no doubt due
to the gravy in your innards. However, as a reward for bein' a
bright little feller we shall have a slice of you all round before
turnin' in for the night."

So they whistled up the plum-duff side of the Puddin', and had
supper. When that was done, Bill stood up and made a speech to
Bunyip Bluegum.

"I am now about to put before you an important proposal," said
Bill. "Here you are, a young intelligent feller, goin' about