Of all who are weary of life.
He straightens the tangles
And jangles and wrangles
That breed in this city of strife.
Whatever your “beef,”
You may pour him an earful;
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] Unbottle your grief
Be it ever so tearful.
Oh, weep all you wish—he is there with the mop.
Bring all of your troubles to Amicus Pop.