Pie-crust and pastry-crust, that was the wall;
The windows were made of black puddings and white,
And slated with pan-cakes,--you ne'er saw the like!
Little King Boggen |
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Pie-crust and pastry-crust, that was the wall; The windows were made of black puddings and white, And slated with pan-cakes,--you ne'er saw the like! |