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There was a young person of Leers, who had such a long pair of ears,

That the people who'd pass deemed him, more of an ass

Than even the donkeys of Leers.

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There was a prodigious young fop, dressed to kill from the foot to the top

All the girls at the Fair could do nothing but stare

And keep clear of that killing young fop.

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There was an old crazy perfumer, who took for his wife a young "Bloomer:"

He wished a new scent, so, on roasting intent, he said it would pay to consume her.

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There was a sweet girl of Kingsessing, whose actions were truly destressing;

For she sat on the pump, and threw knives at a stump,

An appearance not quite prepossessing.

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There was a stout lady of Boston, whose clothes looked as if they were tossed on;

But her boots were so tight that to get them on right,

They had to be taken and forced on.

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There once were a number of Quakers, who would meet, become such queer shakers:

That they never did smile, but just shook all the while,

These quivering, quaking old shakers.

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There was a young girl at a ball,