Poetrie Dedicated to the End of the Dictionary

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A xylographer started to cross the sea

By means of a Xanthic Xebec;

But, alas! he sighed for the Zuyder Zee,

And feared he was in for a wreck.

He tried to smile, but all in vain,

Because of a Zygomatic pain;

And as for singing, his cheeriest tone

Reminded him of a Xylophone–

Or else, when the pain would sharper grow,

His notes were as keen as a Zuffolo.

And so it is likely he did not find

On board Xenodochy to his mind.

The fare was poor, and he was sure

Xerophagy he could not endure;

Zoophagous surely he was, I aver,

This dainty and starving Xylographer.

Xylophagous truly he could not be–

No sickly vegetarian he!

He’d have blubbered like any old Zeuglodon

Had Xerophthalmia not come on.

And the end of it was he never again

In a Xanthic Xebec went sailing the main.

– Mary Mapes Dodge, Poems and Verses, 1904

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