“Let us see,” he said. “How would this do?” And he gravely repeated the following:
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“There once was a fortress named Gib, Whose manners were haughty and— |
What rhymes with Gib?”
“Glib!” Blythe cried.
“Good!
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Whose manners were haughty and glib. If you tried to get in, She replied with a grin,— |
Quick! Give me another rhyme for Gib.”
“Rib!” Blythe suggested, audaciously.
“Excellent, excellent! Rib! Now, how does it go?