IV. Pacing Song

Ready up, sed Mort  glance aimed at Nort
Steady up, sed Nort, winks back to Mort
Step high! cried Nort. Start  pacing, Mort
Step exact, sed Mort. Not long nor short
Step same sed Mort, for a precise report
Step, count! said Nort, 'till we reach home port.

1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 ...

Until, after many paces
Mort and Nort each see, in a backward glance,
the crown of his twin partner disappear over the horizon.