The Sorcerer's Song Poem Rhyme Scheme

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Oh my name is JOHN WELLINGTON WELLS	A
I'm a dealer in magic and spells	A
In blessings and curses	B
And ever filled purses	B
In prophecies witches and knells	B
If you want a proud foe to make tracks	B
If you'd melt a rich uncle in wax	B
You've but to look in	C
On our resident Djinn	C
Number seventy Simmery Axe	B
	-
We've a first class assortment of magic	D
And for raising a posthumous shade	E
With effects that are comic or tragic	D
There's no cheaper house in the trade	E
Love philtre we've quantities of it	F
And for knowledge if any one burns	B
We keep an extremely small prophet a prophet	G
Who brings us unbounded returns	B
For he can prophesy	B
With a wink OF his eye	H
Peep with security	I
Into futurity	I
Sum up your history	I
Clear up a mystery	I
Humour proclivity	I
For a nativity	I
With mirrors so magical	J
Tetrapods tragical	J
Bogies spectacular	K
Answers oracular	K
Facts astronomical	J
Solemn or comical	J
And if you want it he	I
Makes a reduction on taking a quantity	I
Oh	L
If any one anything lacks	B
He'll find it all ready in stacks	B
If he'll only look in	C
On the resident Djinn	C
Number seventy Simmery Axe	B
	-
He can raise you hosts	B
Of ghosts	B
And that without reflectors	B
And creepy things	B
With wings	B
And gaunt and grisly spectres	B
He can fill you crowds	B
Of shrouds	B
And horrify you vastly	I
He can rack your brains	B
With chains	B
And gibberings grim and ghastly	I
Then if you plan it he	I
Changes organity	I
With an urbanity	I
Full of Satanity	I
Vexes humanity	I
With an inanity	I
Fatal to vanity	I
Driving your foes to the verge of insanity	I
Barring tautology	M
In demonology	M
'Lectro biology	M
Mystic nosology	M
Spirit philology	M
High class astrology	M
Such is his knowledge he	M
Isn't the man to require an apology	M
Oh	L
My name is JOHN WELLINGTON WELLS	B
I'm a dealer in magic and spells	B
In blessings and curses	B
And ever filled purses	B
In prophecies witches and knells	B
If any one anything lacks	B
He'll find it all ready in stacks	B
If he'll only look in	C
On the resident Djinn	C
Number seventy Simmery Axe	B

William Schwenck Gilbert

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