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In the great city Gotham, near the sea, / Where Queen Fashion rul'd the aristocracy, / Lived the proud millionnaire, Sir Thomas Brown, / With riches enough to purchase a crown; / He had sons, and daughters settled in life, / He was a widower, having no wife, / True! he was old, being now eighty-three, / But managed to get down to breakfast, and tea, / His eyesight grown dim, and shaky his hand, / Of course -- needed help to button a band,
In making his toilet -- now, pray don't stare -- / He wanted some one to comb out his hair, / To brush his new teeth -- put on his collar, / To dust off his clothes, and things that follow. / 'Tis true! it gave all the children pleasure, / To dust, brush and scrub him without measure.