His sneezes flash forth light,
And his eyes are like the eyelids of the morning.
19
Out of his mouth go burning torches;
Sparks of fire leap forth.
20
Out of his nostrils smoke goes forth
As from a boiling pot and burning rushes.
21
His breath kindles coals,
And a flame goes forth from his mouth.
Yup! That's a crock fer shurr.
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crocks never “raise themselves up” either!