  Jingle, jangle! Riot and wrangle! What shall we do With people like you? Here's Jingle! There's Jangle! Here's Riot! There's Wrangle! Never was seen such a turbulent crew! You, north must go To a hut of snow; You, south, in a trice, To an island of spice; You, off to Persia And sit on a hill, You, to that chair And be five minutes' still! |
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