ther one is in a stew
Because the naughty Boolooroo
Is out of sight, so what we'll do
Is try to be a jolly crew
And dance and sing our too-ral-loo
And to our friends be ever true
And to our foes--"

"Stop it!" said Button-Bright, "I can't hear myself think."

The Pinkies were amazed at the strange reception of the Blues and
hesitated to advance, but Trot now ran up in front of them and made a
little speech. "Pinkies," said she, "your Queen has conquered the
Boolooroo and is now the Queen of the Blues. All of Sky Island except
the Fog Bank is now my kingdom, so I welcome my faithful Pinkies to my
Blue City, where you are to be royally entertained and have a good
time. The war is over an' ever'body must be sociable an' happy or I'll
know the reason why!"

Now, indeed, the Pinkies raised a great shout of joy, and the Blues
responded with another joyful shout, and Rosalie kissed the little girl
and said she had performed wonders, and everybody shook hands with
Cap'n Bill and congratulated him upon his escape, and the parrot flew
to Trot's shoulder and screeched,

"The Pinkies are pink, the Blues are blue,
But Trot's the Queen, so too-ral-loo!"

When the Blueskins saw Ghip-Ghisizzle, they raised another great shout,
for he was the favorite of the soldiers and very popular with all the
people. But Ghip-Ghisizzle did not heed the shouting. He was looking
downcast and sad, and it was easy to see he was disappointed because he
had not conquered the Boolooroo himself. But the people called upon him
for a speech, so he faced the Blueskins and said, "I escaped from the
City because the Boolooroo tried to patch me as you all know, and the
Six Snubnosed Princesses tried to marry me, which would have been a far
greater misfortune. But I have recovered the Book of Royal Records,
which has long been hidden in the Treasure Chamber, and by reading it I
find that the Boolooroo is not your lawful Boolooroo at all, having
reigned more than his three hundred years. Since last Thursday, I,
Ghip-Ghisizzle, have been the lawful Boolooroo of the Blue Country, but
now that you are conquered by Queen Trot, I suppose I am conquered,
too, and you have no Boolooroo at all."

"Hooray!" cried the parrot.

"Here's a pretty howdy-do--
You haven't any Boolooroo!"

Trot had listened carefully to the Majordomo's speech. When he
finished, she said cheerfully, "Don't worry, Sizzle dear, it'll all
come right pretty soon. Now th