human
Let's take a dip in the sugar-bin! Said the Rolling-pin to the Pudding-stick,
gpt
We'll eat and we'll stuff till we make ourselves sick. Off they set with a fine bold stride, That brought them soon to the sugar-bin's side.
human
Oh! how shall we reach that keyhole high? We might as well try to storm the sky!
gpt
Let me mount on your shoulder thin, And I'll pick the lock! said the bold Rolling-pin. The Pudding-stick swelled with angry pride,
human
That my figure is fine has ne'er been denied, I'll give you a slap for your impudence!
gpt
Well! said the Roller:
human
This _is_ immense!