Poor Wilford rose up, and he hied him away
In a scanty assortment of clothes;
And the baronet rummaged and routed his trunk,
As we do when our "general" goes.
And there he hid a fork and spoon
In a most ingenious way,
And a ring or so and a deed or two,
And Wilford was tried next day;
But the KNIFE had slipped in, and—ha, ha!—'twas found!
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