From Cope’s Tobacco Plant. December, 1871.
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Parody of Dr. Watts, by an Anti-Smoker.
How doth the nasty, dirty man,
Go smoking every hour;
And spend his money wastefully
On Old Nick’s favourite flower.
How wistfully he seeks his pipe,
How glad he doth it light;
And smokes the foul thing all the day,