seein' the world by yourself. Here is Sam an' me, two as fine
fellers as ever walked, goin' about the world with a Puddin'.
My proposal to you is--Join us, and become a member of the Noble
Society of Puddin'-Owners. The duties of the Society," went on
Bill, "are light. The members are required to wander along the
roads, indulgin' in conversation, song and story, eatin' at
regular intervals at the Puddin'. And now, what's your answer?"

"My answer," said Bunyip Bluegum, "is, Done with you."
And, shaking hands warmly all round, they loudly sang.

THE PUDDIN'-OWNERS' ANTHEM.

"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,