Page 41 of 143 Chapter 7 - A Trip to China - Eight Cousins

"Oh, Timballoo! how happy we are,

We live in a sieve and a crockery jar!

And all night long, in the starlight pale,

We sail away, with a pea-green sail,

And whistle and warble a moony song

To the echoing sound of a coppery gong.

Far and few, far and few

Are the lands where the Jumblies live;

Their heads are green, and their hands are blue,

And they went to sea in a sieve."

		Compassion is the antitoxin of the soul: where there is compassion even the most poisonous impulses remain relatively harmless. Eric Hoffer