"Don't bark. They'd be most effective. And they certainly give
your face a truly weird expression, in addition to its other
detriments."
"If you don't like my face, consider my figure," he suggested
optimistically. "What's the matter with that?"
"Stumpy," she pronounced. "You're all in a chunk. It does look
like a practical sort of a chunk, though."
"Don't you like it?" he asked anxiously.
"Oh, well enough of its kind." She lifted her voice and chanted:--
"He was stubby and square,
But SHE didn't much care.
"There's a verse in return for yours. Mine's adapted, though.
Examination's over. Wait. Don't sit down. Now, tell me your
opinion of me."
"Very musical."
"I'm not musical at all."
"Oh, I'm considering you as a VOICE."
"I'm tired of being just a voice. Look up here. Do," she pleaded.
"Turn upon me those lucent goggles."
When orbs like thine the soul disclose,
Tee-deedle-deedle-dee.
Don't be afraid. One brief fleeting glance ere we part."
"No," he returned positively. "Once is enough."
"On behalf of my poor traduced features, I thank you humbly.
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