We are but where we were before.
I will my luckless wish revoke,
Recall the words I rashly spoke,
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And to relieve you from this evil,
I wish the pudding at the devil!
Obedient to this prudent wish,
The pudding fell, and in its dish
Flew up the chimney as it came,
And thus restor’d the suffering dame;
Who, freed from anguish, now could show