Liver-and-Onions, to sing a serenade song."
The cold wind of the bitter cold weather blew and blew, trying to blow the guitar out from under the left elbow of Henry Hagglyhoagly. And the worse the wind blew the tighter he held his elbow holding the guitar where he wanted it.
He walked on and on with his long legs stepping long steps till at last he stopped, held his nose in the air, and sniffed.
"Do I sniff something or do I not?" he asked, lifting his wool yarn mittens to his nose and rubbing his nose till it was warm. Again he sniffed.
"Ah hah, yeah, yeah, this is the big rutabaga field near the home of the rutabaga king and the home of his daughter, Susan Slackentwist."
At last he came to the house, stood under the window and slung the guitar around in front of him to play the music to go with the song.
"And now," he asked his mittens, "shall I take you off or keep you on? If I take you off
