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| I DON’T appwove this hawid waw; | |
| Those dweadful bannahs hawt my eyes; | |
| And guns and dwums are such a baw,— | |
| Why don’t the pawties compwamise? | |
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| Of cawce, the twoilet has its chawms; | 5 |
| But why must all the vulgah cwowd | |
| Pawsist in spawting unifawms, | |
| In cullahs so extwemely loud? | |
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| And then the ladies, pwecious deahs!— | |
| I mawk the change on ev’wy bwow; | 10 |
| Bai Jove! I weally have my feahs | |
| They wathah like the hawid wow! | |
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| To heah the chawming cweatures talk, | |
| Like patwons of the bloody wing, | |
| Of waw and all its dawty wawk,— | 15 |
| It doesn’t seem a pwappah thing! | |
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| I called at Mrs. Gweene’s last night, | |
| To see her niece, Miss Mawy Hertz, | |
| And found her making—cwushing sight!— | |
| The weddest kind of flannel shirts! | 20 |
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| Of cawce, I wose, and sought the daw, | |
| With fawyah flashing from my eyes! | |
| I can’t appwove this hawid waw;— | |
| Why don’t the pawties compwamise? | |
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