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In days of old the King of Saxe	A
Had singular opinions	B
For with a weighty battle axe	A
He brutalized his minions	B
And when he'd nothing to employ	C
His mind he chose a village	D
And with an air of savage joy	C
Delivered it to pillage	E
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But what aroused within his breast	F
A rage well nigh primeval	G
Was most of all his daughter dressed	F
In fashion medi val	H
The gowns that pleased this maiden's eye	I
Were simple as Utopia	J
And for a hat she had a high	I
Inverted cornucopia	J
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In all her life she'd never smiled	K
Her sadness was abysmal	G
The boisterous monarch found his child	K
Unutterably dismal	G
He therefore said the prince who made	L
Her laughter from its shell come	M
Besides in ducats being paid	L
Might wed the girl and welcome	M
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I ought to say ere I forget	N
She was uncommon comely	O
Who ever read a Grimm tale yet	N
In which the girl was homely	O
And so the King's announcement drew	P
Nine princes in a column	M
But all in vain The princess grew	P
If anything more solemn	M
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One read her Innocents Abroad	Q
The next wore clothes eccentric	R
The third one swallowed half his sword	S
As in the circus tent trick	R
Thus eight of them into her cool	T
Reserve but deeper shoved her	U
There was but one authentic fool	T
The prince who really loved her	U
	-
He'd alternate between the height	V
Of hope and deep abasement	V
He caught distressing colds at night	V
By watching 'neath her casement	V
He did what I have done I know	W
And you I do not doubt it	V
Instead of bottling up his woe	W
He bored his friends about it	V
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In brooding on the ways of Fate	V
Long hours he daily wasted	V
His food remained upon his plate	V
'Twas scarcely touched or tasted	V
He said the bitter things of love	X
All lovers save a few say	Y
And learned by heart the verses of	X
Swinburne and A de Musset	V
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This attitude his wished for bride	V
To silent laughter goaded	V
Until he talked of suicide	V
And then the girl exploded	V
You make me laugh and so she said	V
I'll marry you next season	Z
Not half the people who are wed	V
Have half so good a reason	Z
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The Moral The deliberate clown	A2
Can never beat love's barriers down	A2
'Tis better to be like the owl	B2
Comic because so grave a fowl	B2
From him we well may take our cue	P
By him be taught to wit to woo	P

Guy Wetmore Carryl

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