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He held a book in his knotty paws, / And its title grand read he: / "The Chronicles of the Kings" it was, / By the History Companee. / "I'm a monarch," he said / (But a tear he shed) / "And my picter here you see.
"Great and lasting is my renown, / However the wits may flout -- / As wide almost as this blessed town" / (But he winced as if with gout). / "I paid 'em like sin / For to put me in, / But it's O, and O, to be out!"