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It was the lunatic poet escaped from the local asylum, Loudly he twanged on his banjo and sang with his voice like a saw-mill, While as with fervour he sang there was borne o'er the shuddering wildwood, Borne on the breath of the poet a flavour of rum and of onions.
He sang of the Deficit Demon that dwelt in the Treasury Mountains, How it was small in its youth and a champion was sent to destroy it: Dibbs he was called, and he boasted, "Soon will I wipe out the Monster," But while he was boasting and bragging the monster grew larger and larger.