I once was a hymny and tract young man,
And sternly opposed to stooping;
A kind of a stick up the back young man,
But now I incline to drooping,
Consummately if (echo)
On no account stiff (echo)
I scarcely know how I began;
I’m a bitter and mildy, naturey childy,
Oscary Wylde-y man.
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