The Auto Blew up at Lodore.

The Auto Blew up at Lodore.
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You have heard how the water
Came down at Lodore.
(If you haven’t you oughter; It’s old as old Yore.)
But perhaps you may never
Have heard tell before
How the auto went up
In the town of Lodore.

It blew into the place
At a deuce of a pace,
Puffing and snuffing,
And sporting and snorting,
And booming and fuming,
And rattling and battling,
And shaking and quaking,
And chinking and stinking,
And chugging and glugging,
And grinding and binding,
And roaring and snoring,
And guggling and struggling,
And rocking and shocking,
And maiming and laming;

And fizzing and whizzing and hissing,
And skipping and ripping and zipping,
And bubbling and doubling and troub-ling,
And grumbling and rumbling and tum- bling,
And banging and whanging and clang-ing
And chattering, battering and shatter- ing,
And braying and swaying and slaying,
And honking and skunking and punking,
Pellmelling and yelling and smelling;

Polluting and hooting and scooting and tooting,
And thumping and plumping and bump- ⚫ing and jumping,
And flapping and rapping and clapping and slapping,
And crashing and mashing and clashing and smashing,
And shrieking and creaking and squeak- ing and reeking-

And-

Some other details that need not be set down
To describe how this motor car blew into town.
All at once and all o’er, with a mighty uproar,
The damned thing blew up in the town of Lodore.
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