It's not much of a chair but it'll do It was me poor Albert's chair Sit in it all day long he did After his leg give out with gout Why doesn't the beadle
Lovett: Easy now, Hush, love, hush, Don't distress yourself, What's your rush? Keep your thoughts Nice and lush, Wait. Hush, love, hush, Think it through
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