Good ladies, evening and gentlemen
It is kistomary to cuss the bride now
Or give three cheers for the queer old dean
(Excuse me, but you are occupewing my pie)
Since the world was in a reep depression
We all have nurtured only a half-warmed fish
To make, even the most highly played payer
Cannot afford to drink a tup of kea every day
Why the bay, have you forgotten how to
Mount koney, say, with noman rumerals?
Anyway, if suffering from a stick neff
You’d better loop before you leak, or else
You would trip over the power flot, break
The black bloxes, or wit the hall with a big bam
Now, are you beeling fetter?
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