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He was a Glug of simple charm	A
He wished no living creature harm	A
His kindly smile like sunlight fell	B
On all about and wished them well	B
Yet 'spite the cheerful soul of Sym	C
The great Sir Stodge detested him	C
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The stern Sir Stodge and all his Swanks	D
Proud Glugs of divers grades and ranks	D
With learning and attainments great	E
Had never learned to conquer hate	E
And failing in their A B C	F
Were whipt by Master Destiny	F
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'Twas thus that Gosh's famous schools	D
Turned out great hordes of learned fools	D
Turned out the ship without a sail	G
Turned out the kite with leaden tail	G
Turned out the mind that could not soar	H
Because of foolish weights it bore	H
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Because there'd been no father Joi	I
To guide the quick mind of a boy	J
Away from thoughts of hate and blame	K
Wisdom in these was but a name	K
But 'mid the Glugs they count him wise	D
Who walks with cunning in his eyes	D
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His task well done his three rhymes writ	L
Sym rose at morn and packed his kit	L
'At last ' he cried 'Off and away	M
To meet again the spendthrift Day	M
As he comes climbing in the East	N
To bless with largesse man and beast	N
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'Again the fields where wild things run	O
And trees all spreading to the sun	O
Run not because of all things blest	P
Their chosen place contents them best	P
come my little prick eared dog '	-
But 'Halt ' exclaimed his Nibs of Quog	F
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'Nay ' said the Mayor 'Not so fast	Q
The day climbs high but sinks at last	Q
And trees all spreading to the sun	O
Are slain because they cannot run	O
The great Sir Stodge filled full of hate	E
Has challenged you to hold debate	E
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'On Monday in the Market Square	R
He and his Swanks will all be there	R
Sharp to the tick at half past two	S
To knock the stuffing out of you	S
And if your stuffing so be spread	T
Then is the Cause of Quog stone dead	T
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'In this debate I'd have you find	U
With all the cunning of your mind	U
Sure victory for Quog's great Cause	D
And swift defeat for Stodge's laws '	-
'But cunning I have none ' quoth Sym	C
The Mayor slowly winked at him	C
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'Ah ' cried his Worship 'Sly so sly '	-
Again he drooped his dexter eye	V
'I've read you thro' I've marked you well	B
You're cunning as an imp from Hell	B
Nay keep your temper for I can	W
Withal admire a clever man	W
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'Who rhymes with such a subtle art	X
May never claim a simple part	X
I'll make of you a Glug of rank	F
With something handy in the bank	F
And fixed opinions which you know	Y
With fixed deposits always go	Y
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'I'll give you anything you crave	Z
A great high headstone to your grave	Z
A salary a scarlet coat	A2
A handsome wife a house a vote	A2
A title or a humbled foe '	-
But Sym said 'No ' and ever 'No '	-
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'Then ' shouted Quog 'your aid I claim	K
For Gosh and in your country's name	K
I bid you fight the Cause of Quog	Y
Or be for ever named a dog	Y
The Cause of Quog the weal of Gosh	B2
Are one Amen Down with King Splosh '	-
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Sym looked his Worship in the eye	V
As solemnly he made reply	V
'If 'tis to serve my native land	C2
On Monday I shall be at hand	C2
But what am I 'mid such great men '	-
His Worship winked his eye again	D2
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'Twas Monday in the Market Square	R
Sir Stodge and all his Swanks were there	R
And almost every Glug in Gosh	B2
Had bolted lunch and had a wash	B2
And cleaned his boots and sallied out	E2
To gloat upon Sir Stodge's rout	E2
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And certain sly and knowing Glugs	D
With sundry nudges winks and shrugs	D
Passed round the hint that up on high	V
Behind some window near the sky	V
Where he could see yet not be seen	F2
King Splosh was present with his Queen	F2
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'Glugs ' said the chairman 'Glugs of Gosh	B2
By order of our good King Splosh	B2
The Tinker and Sir Stodge shall meet	G2
And here without unseemly heat	G2
Debate the question of the day	M
Which is However let me say	M
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'I do not wish to waste your time	H2
So first shall speak this man of rhyme	H2
And when Sir Stodge has voiced his view	S
The Glugs shall judge between the two	S
This verdict from the folk of Gosh	B2
Will be accepted by King Splosh '	-
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As when like teasing vagabonds	D
The sly winds buffet sullen ponds	D
The face of Stodge grew dark with rage	I
When Sym stepped forth upon the stage	I
But all the Glugs with one accord	I2
A chorus of approval roared	I2
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Said Sym 'Kind friends and fellow Glugs	D
My trade is mending pots and mugs	D
I tinker kettles and I rhyme	H2
To please myself and pass the time	H2
Just as my fancy wandereth '	-
'He's minel' quoth Stodge below his breath	J2
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Said Sym 'Why I am here to day	M
I know not tho' I've heard them say	M
That strife and hatred play some part	X
In this great meeting at the Mart	X
Nay brothers why should hatred lodge	I
'That's ultra vires ' thundered Stodge	I
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''Tis ultra vires ' cried the Knight	K2
'Besides it isn't half polite	K2
And e'en the dullest Glug should know	Y
'Tis not pro bono publico	V
Nay Glugs this fellow is no class	D
Remember Vincit veritas '	-
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With sidelong looks and sheepish grins	D
Like men found out in secret sins	D
Glug gazed at Glug in nervous dread	T
Till one with claims to learning said	T
'Sir Stodge is talking Greek you know	Y
He may be bad but never low '	-
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Then those who had no word of Greek	V
Felt lifted up to hear him speak	V
'Ah learning learning ' others said	T
'Tis fine to have a clever head '	-
And here and there a nervous cheer	L2
Was heard and someone growled 'Hear hear '	-
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'Kind friends ' said Sym But at a glance	D
The 'cute Sir Stodge had seen his chance	D
'Quid nuncl' he cried 'O noble Glugs	D
This fellow takes you all for mugs	D
I ask him where's his quid pro quo	Y
I ask again quo warranto	T
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'Shall this man filch our wits from us	D
With his furor poeticus	D
Nay ' cried Sir Stodge 'You must agree	F
If you will hark a while to me	F
And at the Glugs' collective head	T
He flung strange language ages dead	T
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With mystic phrases from the Law	M2
With many an old and rusty saw	M2
With well worn mottoes which he took	V
Haphazard from the copy book	V
For half an hour the learned Knight	T
Belaboured them with all his might	T
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And as they wakened from their daze	D
Their murmurs grew to shouts of praise	D
Glugs who'd reviled him overnight	T
All in a moment saw the light	T
'O learned man seer ' cried they	M
And education won the day	M
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Then quickly to Sir Stodge's side	T
There bounded in a single stride	T
His Nibs of Quog and flinging wide	T
His arms 'O victory ' he cried	T
'I'm with Sir Stodge Glugs of Gosh	B2
And we have won Long live King Splosh '	-
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Then pointing angrily at Sym	C
Cried Quog 'This is the end of him	C
For months I've marked his crafty dodge	I
To bring dishonour to Sir Stodge	I
I've lured him here the traitrous dog	V
And shamed him ' quoth his Nibs of Quog	V
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Hoots for the Tinker tore the air	R
As Sym went wisely otherwhere	R
Cheers for Sir Stodge were long and loud	T
And as amid his Swanks he bowed	T
To mark his thanks and honest pride	T
His Nibs of Quog bowed by his side	T
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The Thursday after that at three	R
The King invited Quog to tea	R
Quoth Quog 'It was a task to bilk	V
I thank you sugar please and milk	V
To bilk this Tinker and his pranks	D
A scurvy rogue Ah two lumps thanks	D
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'A scurvy rogue ' continued Quog	V
'Twas easy to outwit the dog	V
Altho' perhaps I risked my life	N2
I've heard he's handy with a knife	N2
Ah well 'twas for my country's sake	V
Thanks just one slice of currant cake '	-