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"Send thunderbolts, to save my guns,

Upon this day of glee—

Then you come and enjoy a cup

Of chocolate with me.”

“Yes, Mister Guard, he’s home, all right,

Cross as a bear—and rants—

A-top the bake-oven he sits,

A-patching up his pants.”

When god Perun this mandate heard,

He puckered up his brow,

He threw the trousers to the floor

And made an awful row.