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| I am a kind of farthing dip, / Unfriendly to the nose and eyes; / A blue-behinded ape, I skip / Upon the trees of Paradise. | |
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| At mankind’s feast, I take my place / In solemn, sanctimonious state, / And have the air of saying grace / While I defile the dinner plate. | |
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| I am the "smiler with the knife," / The battener upon garbage, I- / Dear Heaven, with such a rancid life, / Were it not better far to die? | |
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| Yet still, about the human pale, / I love to scamper, love to race, / To swing by my irreverent tail / All over the most holy place; | |
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| And when at length, some golden day, / The unfailing sportsman, aiming at, / Shall bag, me - all the world shall say: | |
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| Thank God, and there’s an end of that! | |
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