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I will, if you choose, / Impart you some news / That will greatly astound you, I know; / You would never suspect / My ambition was wreck'd / 'Till you heard my confession of woe. / 'Tis not that my boom / Has ascended the flume -- / In other words, gone up the spout -- / I could smile a sweet smile / This tempestuous while, / But me and Bilkammle are out!
Being timid and shrinkin', / He did all the thinkin', / When _I_ did the talkin' worth mention; / 'Twas my constant ambition / To soar to position / So I gave it exclusive attention; / And supposin' that he / Would of course be for me, / I rambled and prattled about / 'Till I found to my horror, / Vexation, and sorror, / That me and Bilkammle were out.