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The coroner's merry little children / Have such twinkling brown eyes.
Their father is not of gay men / And their mother jocular in no wise, / Yet the coroner's merry little children / Laugh so easily.
They laugh because they prosper.
Fruit for them is upon all branches.
Lo! how they jibe at loss, for / Kind heaven fills their little paunches!
It's the coroner's merry, merry children / Who laugh so easily.