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of the disease." We looked at one another And hemmed and hawed a bit; Enthusiasm faded then From every single cit. The men who came to Our Town Expressed a mild surprise, Then they too at each other Looked "with a wild surmise." Jimson had stock in Traction, And Jones had stock in Gas, And Smith and Brown in this and that, So--nothing came to pass. The profligates of Our Town Pitch pennies as of yore; Police corruption flourishes As rankly as before, Still are our gilded ginmills Foul palaces of shame. Reform is just as distant As when the wise men came. WHEN THE SIRUP'S ON THE FLAPJACK When the sirup's on the flapjack and the coffee's in the pot; When the fly is in the butter--where he'd rather be than not; When the cloth is on the table, and the plates are on the cloth; When the salt is in the shaker and the chicken's in the broth; When the cream is in the pitcher and the pitcher's on the tray, And the tray is on the sideboard when it isn't on the way; When the rind is on the bacon and likewise upon the cheese, Then I somehow feel inspired to do a string of rimes like these. BREAD PUDDYNGE When good King Arthur ruled our land He was a goodly king, And his idea of what to eat Was a good bag puddynge. The bag puddynge he had in mind Was thickly strewn with plums, With alternating lumps of fat As big as my two thumbs. "My love," quoth he to Guinevere, "We have a joust to-day-- Sir Launce is here, Sir Tris, Sir Gal, And all the brave array. "Put everything across to-night In guise of goodly fare, And cook us up a bag puddynge That will y-curl our hair." "I'll curl your hair," said Guinevere, "As tight as tight can be; I'll cook you up a bag puddynge From my new recipee." . . . . . . . . . . "Pitch in and eat, my merry men!" That night the King did say; "But save a little room--a bag Puddynge is on the way. "Ho! here it comes! Now, by my sword, A famous feast 'twill be. Queen Guinevere hath cooked it, Launce, From her own recipee." "Odslife!" cried Launce, "if there is aught I love 'tis this same thing." And he and all t
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