“Oh, my!
Oh, me!”
“Oh, my!” moaned Scissors Shears. “Oh, me! I’m almost undone!”
Suddenly Scissors Shears stumbled and fell flat on the table, his feet being all entangled in the folds of some pink lawn.
“Zumm! Zumm!” whirled Ma Chine. “Why don’t you come? Come on, Sweet-tempered!”
“Undone!” exclaimed Sewing Bird. “I think you’re done-up,—
“Oh, how it shames
To call bad names!
And temper lost
Makes heavy cost!”