The Seamstress
Twas floritz and the checkic wroves
Were stitch and stab in the zuture.
All chintszy were the floves,
And the threed reaths gature.
“Beware the Volleedle, my apprentice!
The prick that spears and the eye that tears!
Beware the Nin, and practice
The irridatious friears!”
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