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Somewhere or other 'tis doubtful where	A
In the archives of Gosh is a volume rare	A
A precious old classic that nobody reads	B
And nobody asks for and nobody heeds	B
Which makes it a classic and famed thro' the land	C
As well informed persons will quite understand	C
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'Tis a ponderous work and 'tis written in prose	D
For some mystical reason that nobody knows	D
And it tells in a style that is terse and correct	E
Of the rule of the Swanks and its baneful effect	E
On the commerce of Gosh on its morals and trade	F
And it quotes a grave prophecy somebody made	F
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And this is the prophecy written right bold	G
On a parchment all tattered and yellow and old	G
So old and so tattered that nobody knows	D
How far into foretime its origin goes	D
But this is the writing that set Glugs agog	H
When 'twas called to their minds by the Mayor of Quog	H
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When Gosh groaneth bastlie thro Greed and bys plannes	D
Ye rimer shall mende ye who mendes pottes and pans	D
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Now the Mayor of Quog a small suburb of Gosh	I
Was intensely annoyed at the act of King Splosh	I
In asking the Mayor of Piphel to tea	J
With himself and the Queen on a Thursday at three	J
When the King must have known that the sorriest dog	H
If a native of Piphel was hated in Quog	H
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An act without precedent Quog was ignored	K
The Mayor and Council and Charity Board	K
They met and considered this insult to Quog	H
And they said ' 'Tis the work of the treacherous Og	H
'Tis plain the Og influence threatens the Throne	L
And the Swanks are all crazed with this trading in stone '	-
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Said the Mayor of Quog 'This has long been foretold	G
In a prophecy penned by the Seer of old	G
We must search if we'd banish the curse of our time	M
For a mender of pots who's a maker of rhyme	M
'Tis to him we must look when our luck goes amiss	D
But Oh where in all Gosh is a Glug such as this '	-
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Then the Mayor and Council and Charity Board	K
O'er the archival prophecy zealously pored	K
With a pursing of lips and a shaking of heads	D
With a searching and prying for possible threads	D
That would lead to discover this versatile Glug	H
Who modelled a rhyme while he mended a mug	H
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With a pursing of lips and a shaking of heads	D
They gave up the task and went home to their beds	D
Where each lay awake while he tortured his brain	N
For a key to the riddle but ever in vain	N
Then lo at the Mayor's front door in the morn	O
A tinker called out and a Movement was born	O
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'Kettles and pans Kettles and pans	D
Oh the stars are the god but the earth it is man's	D
But a fool is the man who has wants without end	P
While the tinker's content with a kettle to mend	P
For a tinker owns naught but the earth which is man's	D
Then bring out your kettles Ho kettles and pans '	-
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From the mayoral bed with unmayoral cries	D
The magistrate sprang ere he'd opened his eyes	D
'Hold him ' he yelled as he bounced on the floor	Q
'Oh who is this tinker that rhymes at my door	Q
Go get me the name and the title of him '	-
They answered 'Be calm sir 'Tis no one but Sym	R
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'Tis Sym the mad tinker the son of old Joi	S
Who ran from his home when a bit of a boy	T
He went for a tramp tho' 'tis common belief	U
When folk were not looking he went for a thief	U
Then went for a tinker and rhymes as he goes	D
Some say he's crazy but nobody knows '	-
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'Twas thus it began the exalting of Sym	R
And the mad Gluggish struggle that raged around him	R
For the good Mayor seized him and clothed him in silk	H
And fed him on pumpkins and pasteurised milk	H
And praised him in public and coupled his name	V
With Gosh's vague prophet of archival fame	V
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The Press interviewed him a great many times	D
And printed his portrait and published his rhymes	D
Till the King and Sir Stodge and the Swanks grew afraid	F
Of his fame 'mid the Glugs and the trouble it made	F
For wherever Sym went in the city of Gosh	I
There were cheers for the tinker and hoots for King Splosh	I
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His goings and comings were watched for and cheered	W
And a crowd quickly gathered where'er he appeared	W
All the folk flocked around him and shouted his praise	D
For the Glugs followed fashion and Sym was a craze	D
They sued him for words which they greeted with cheers	D
For the way with a Glug is to tickle his ears	D
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' speak to us Tinker Your wisdom we crave '	-
They'd cry when they saw him then Sym would look grave	X
And remark with an air ''Tis a very fine day '	-
'Now ain't he a marvel ' they'd shout 'Hip Hooray '	-
'To live ' would Sym answer 'To live is to feel '	-
'And ain't he a poet ' a fat Glug would squeal	Y
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Sym had a quaint fancy in phrase and in text	Z
When he'd fed them with one they would howl for the next	Z
Thus he'd cry 'Love is love ' and the welkin they'd lift	A2
With their shouts of surprise at his wonderful gift	A2
He would say 'After life then a Glug must meet death '	-
And they'd clamour for more ere he took the next breath	B2
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But Sym grew aweary of this sort of praise	D
And he longed to be back with his out o' door days	D
With his feet in the grass and his back to a tree	J
Rhyming and tinkering fameless and free	J
He said so one day to the Mayor of Quog	H
And declared he'd as lief live the life of a dog	H
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But the Mayor was vexed for the Movement had grown	L
And his dreams had of late soared as high as a throne	L
'Have a care What is written is written ' said he	J
'And the dullest Glug knows what is written must be	J
'Tis the prophet of Gosh who has prophesied it	C2
And 'tis thus that 'tis written by him who so writ	C2
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''Lo the Tinker of Gosh he shall make him three rhymes	D
One on the errors and aims of his times	D
One on the symptoms of sin that he sees	D
And the third and the last on whatever he please	D
And when the Glugs hear them and mark what they mean	D2
The land shall be purged and the nation made clean ''	-
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So Sym gave a promise to write then and there	A
Three rhymes to be read in the Great Market Square	A
To all Glugs assembled on Saturday week	H
'And then ' said the Mayor 'if still you must seek	H
To return to your tramping well just have your fling	H
But I'll make you a marquis or any old thing '	-
Said Sym 'I shall tinker and still be a king '	-

Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis

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