Aldobrantifoscofornio," said Bill, and they both sang loudly--

"It's worse than weevils, worse than warts,
It's worse than corns to bear.
It's worse than havin' several quarts
Of treacle in your hair.

"It's worse than beetles in the soup,
It's worse than crows to eat.
It's worse than wearin' small-sized boots
Upon your large-sized feet.

"It's worse than kerosene to boose,
It's worse than ginger hair.
It's worse than anythin' to lose
A Puddin' rich and rare."

Bunyip Bluegum reproved this despondency, saying "Come, come,
this is no time for giving way to despair. Let us, rather,
by the fortitude of our bearing prove ourselves superior to this
misfortune and, with the energy of justly enraged men, pursue
these malefactors, who have so richly deserved our vengeance.
Arise!

"The grass is green, the day is fair,
The dandelions abound.
Is this a time for sad despair
And sitting on the ground?

"Let gloom give way to angry glare,