Stumpy and the Decision Tree  by Thorold May

                   page thirty-six

Well I dunno', Meg bit her lip,
You've played your hand and lost again,
It seems each card you show Prawn
Is marked for scorn and tips us into space,
But that may be just as well
For those beady eyes are enslaved to other beings
That folks like us should leave to go their way.

Ah Megan, catch your breath, the gunner smiled,
Though paths are wild and wayward in dimensions we can't touch,
And pasteboard goblins have shadows like old Death,
We stubborn mortals of Bungalamoo
Can also cast a stone, can wield the ring that only the life-blessed
Are given power to bind upon the shards of time,
As Papa Pinkynose should sense and fear.

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