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FABLES FOR THE FRIVOLOUS

"Go to!" quoth the lamb. (Though he said not where, He showed what he meant by his brazen stare  And the way that he gambolled higher.)
"My capers," he cried, "are the kind that are  Invariably served with lamb. Remember, this is a public bar, And I'll do as I please. If your drink I mar,  I don't give a tinker's     ."
He paused and glanced at the rivulet,  And that pause than speech was worse, For his roving eye a saw-mill met, And, near it, the word which should be set  At the end of the previous verse.
Said the wolf: "You are tough and may bring remorse,  But of such is the world well rid. I've swallowed your capers, I've swallowed your sauce,  And it's plain to be seen that my only course  Is swallowing you." He did.

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