His Highness,
whose retinue is pots and ants,
whose retinue is pots and ants,
sneezed himself awake
so hod
that now
his ahm huts.
He presses his grubby finger to
the morning-crust corners of
his bulbous face.
He will flaws daily
t' keep
The Man
out-a his mout'.
The cornetti
had best take care
not become indignant about his waking them up,
or else.
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