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He said he came to mow the lawn
But he’s cutting down the tulip tree.
There goes the streetlamp.
Oh dear the roof! My certainty,
My wealth, it won’t do to accept
His bill with humility. “You horrid
Man, be off!” even though
I may be old, I may be florid.
Yaacov David Shulman