what fun the merrymaker cried

what fun the merrymaker cried

and wobbled wearily on

this day will stay the best of me

and slaughter one by one

what charm the charming chaser sighed

and round the circle twice

I’ll have my way with all this day

and spare no virtuous vice

what words the worried worder woed

and went about the bush

we’ll all away about this day

and wish we walked askance.

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