"It's boiling fast," she replied.

He said, "Then take the lid off, my dear,

And we'll pop her plump inside!"

So Old Mother Fox took off the lid,

Hot and steaming and black,

While the Wicked Old Fox, with hurry and haste,

Untied the mouth of the sack.

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And—SPLASH! went in the great big stone,

It was a splash! my word!