Or we’ll eat you willy-nilly.”
So he gave his hand, did Billy,
But his heart was true to Poll.
Away a twelvemonth sped, and a happy life he led
As the King of the Kikeryboos;
His paint was red and yellar, and he used a big umbrella,
And he wore a pair of over-shoes!
He’d corals and knives, and twenty-six wives,
Whose beauties I cannot here extol;
One day they all revolted,