"The time is ripe
To send him shooting up the pipe!He has to go! It has to be!"And very soon, he's going to seeInside the room to which he's goneSome funny things are going on.But don't, dear children, be alarmed;Augustus Gloop will not be harmed,Although, of course, we must admitHe will be altered quite a bit.He'll be quite changed from what he's been,When he goes through the fudge machine:Slowly, the wheels go round and round,The cogs begin to grind and pound;A hundred knives go slice, slice, slice;We add some sugar, cream, and spice;We boil him for a minute more,Until we're absolutely sureThat all the greed and all the gallIs boiled away for once and all.Then out he comes! And now! By grace!A miracle has taken place!This boy, who only just beforeWas loathed by men from shore to shore,This greedy brute, this louse's ear,Is loved by people everywhere!For who could hate or bear a grudgeAgainst a luscious bit of fudge?''I told you they loved singing!' cried Mr Wonka. 'Aren't they delightful? Aren't they charming? But you mustn't believe a word they said. It's all nonsense, every bit of it!'
'Are the Oompa-Loompas really joking, Grandpa?' asked Charlie.
'Of course they're joking,' answered Grandpa Joe. 'They must be joking. At least, I hope they're joking. Don't you?'
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Down the Chocolate River
'Off we go!' cried Mr Wonka. 'Hurry up, everybody! Follow me to the next room! And
please don't worry about Augustus Gloop. He's bound to come out in the wash. They