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THERE are happenings in life that are destined to rise / Like dear, hallowed visions before a man's eyes; / And the passage of years shall not dim in the least / The glory and joy of our Sabbath-day feast, -- / The Sabbath-day luncheon that's spread for us three, -- / My worthy companions, Teresa and Leigh, / And me, all so hungry for crumpets and tea.
There are cynics who say with invidious zest / That a crumpet's a thing that will never digest; / But I happen to _know_ that a crumpet is prime / For digestion, if only you give it its time.