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350 There’s a smile on each lip, and a leer on each brow, And they both are determined to kick up a row. They’re mistaken for once, as they’ll presently see, For D. K.’s drinking whiskey with Langstaff and me: They’ll find the cage there, but the bird is away— Catch a weasel asleep, and catch Doctor D. K. H.