I used to drink a glass of wine, but that is bad, I’m told,
So now I ship in water—just as much as I can hold.
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]To fail to fletcherize my food were fatal, without question;
I never touch the stuffing, as it taxes the digestion.
When the lugubrious feast is done I hasten from my chair
To open all the windows wide, and let in lots of air;
And then I sit around an hour and chew a wad of gum
Until the fullness disappears from my distended tum.
That pleasant, dozy feeling I compel myself to shake,
For should I venture on a nap I’d never, never wake;