How Dippy the Wisp and Slip Me Liz
And a west wind came out of the west sky and shook the moonshine gold on the tops of the rainpools.
Dippy the Wisp and Slip Me Liz came, two tough pony girls, two limber prairie girls, in the moonshine humming little humpty dumpty songs.
They came to the postoffice corner where the Potato Face Blind Man sat hugging his accordion, wondering what was next and who and why.
He was saying to himself, "Who was it told me the rats on the moon in the middle of the winter lock their mittens in ice boxes?"
And just then Dippy the Wisp and Slip Me Liz came flipping along saying, "It is a misty moisty evening in the moonshine, isn't it?"
And he answered, "The moon is a round gold door with silver transoms to-night. Bumble bees and honey bees are chasing each other over the gold door of the moon and up over the silver transoms."
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