Back at Tarla's camp

We made promises

To keep in touch

Feelings were hurt by her husband

Who hit Mr. Chilk

In the face with a bottle

Tarla said, "Oh Mr. Chilk! You are a mess.

My husband has been to the Mansion I guess.

He's always been nice, except for more recently.

One trip to that House can strip one of decency."

Mr. Chilk put his hand to his face on his head and said,

"If you don't lift the tissue my scabs will be dreadful."

And Tarla reached into her box full of virtue

and pulled out a Handful of colorful tissue.

"It's tissue to skin how I must lift it gently

for if I'm too hasty I might make a dent stay."

Oh tissue times two it's a difficult pod

Who shall decide on this delicate issue