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The Eclipse The cannibals sat down to eat, The tourists were to be their treat, When Britain's peerless majesty Sent help from far across the sea. Her subjects stewed in the great pot Which soon was getting very hot; The children cried out in despair The missionary said a prayer And pleaded with his God in vain, When all at once a silver plane Came to a perfect landing near; A voice rang out both loud and clear "You wards of Britain have no fear For Doctor Knowitall is here." A young boy did not understand And said, "He's just a fat old man; He really isn't very tall-- Why do they call him Knowitall?" His mother gasped in shocked surprise And looking in her son's brown eyes, Said "He can make a mute bird sing; My child, that man knows everything!" The doctor's humble modesty Was plain for everyone to see; He gazed upon the sandy shore And murmured, "EVerything and more!" He sauntered to the native chief Who stared at him in disbelief, And from his pocket took a book, Letting the chief have a quick look Of sun and moon and distant stars, Uranus, Saturn, Earth and Mars; Then pointing to the blazing sun Said, "I don't want to spoil your fun, But you must let my people go Or I will cause the wind to blow The moon into the sun's gold face, And only darkness will replace The sun's bright rays that keep you warm; You all will perish in the storm That soon will sweep across the land Leaving you dead upon the sand!" The chief replied, "This cannot be; No man can hide the sun!" said he; When all at once the sky grew black-- The moon had started her attack. The frightened chief cried, "Set them free, His magic is too strong for me!" In haste they boarded the jet plane And saw the British Isles again. To everybody's keen delight The grateful queen made him a knight; She introduced him at the ball, "Behold, Sir Doctor Knowitall!"
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