CHAPTER SEVEN
HENRY MEETS
THE KING OF THE
WHOLE HALL AT NIGHT
After his brief Pause, Henry washed himself in some
pickle juice. He felt better. “I’m glad Poppa Pickle put in
all those piquant things! They make you feel great!” said
Henry. Then he started to make his way merrily down
the hall, singing this song:
Oh, my name is Henry the Pickle
And I haven’t a dime or a nickel,
But I’m having more fun,
And I’ve hardly begun!
I’m an iggly, wiggly pickle.
I’m a squiggly, wriggly pickle,
And I’m having a wonderful kickle
It can’t be denied
That it’s more fun outside
For a scriggly, squiggly pickle.
I’m dripping just like an icicle,
And being most un-politick-all
HENRY
THE
PICKLE
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