O, who would be a puddin', A puddin' in a pot, A puddin' which is stood on A fire which is hot? O sad indeed… — Norman Lindsay

After that they had boiled jam roll and apple dumpling, as the fancy took them, for if you wanted a change of food from the Puddin', all you had to do was to whistle twice and turn the basin round.

Don't you know that nothin' gives a man greater remorse than havin' his face punched, his toes trod on, and eggs rubbed in his hair?

Well, if this ain't enough to dumbfound a codfish.