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This must lead somewhere ... down we go.
There has to be a room below.
Here, help me push this piece of wall ...
Thank heavens, here's the dining-hall.
The table's laid out for a feast.
There must be eighty lions at least,
On every arm of every chair,
From every table-mat they glare.
Each fork, each knife, each spoon and plate ...
At every place there must be eight.
They really are a savage bunch.
I fear they may eat us for lunch!
My skin is feeling rather prickly.
Let's creep into the garden quickly.
Here is a bench ... on no ... not more!
In sleek-groomed privet there are four.
And on the fountain and the seat.
I swear they tried to bite my feet.
Look up ... those gargoyles. When it rains
From every tongue the water drains.
