With
shadowed flipe
Within
the moonlights gaze
When hat and cape
Beneath
the flape
Then
comes a misty haze
Wollupe the group
And
stoop for soup
When
night time turns to freeze
Many miles of moonlight later
Many miles of moonlight later
He
is overdue a sneeze.
A sneeze to please the Sturkaneze
Who
bet upon his nose
A bookies on his eyebrows
A bookies on his eyebrows
The
receipts come from his toes.
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