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The lily cranks, the lily cranks, / The loppy, loony lasses! / They multiply in rising ranks / To execute their solemn pranks, / They moon along in masses.
Blow, sweet lily, in the shade! O, / Sunflower decorate the dado!
The maiden ass, the maiden ass, / The tall and tailless jenny! / In limp attire as green as grass, / She stands, a monumental brass, / The one of one too many.
Blow, sweet lily, in the shade! O, / Sunflower decorate the dado!