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When Man and Woman had been made, / All but the disposition, / The Devil to the workshop strayed, / And somehow gained admission.
The Master rested from his work, / For this was on a Sunday, / The man was snoring like a Turk, / Content to wait till Monday.
"Too bad!" the Woman cried; "Oh, why, / Does slumber not benumb me? / A disposition! Oh, I die / To know if 'twill become me!"
The Adversary said: "No doubt / 'Twill be extremely fine, ma'am, / Though sure 'tis long to be without -- / I beg to lend you mine, ma'am."
The Devil's disposition when / She'd got, of course she wore it, / For she'd no disposition then, / Nor now has, to restore it.