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 A Female Chit so small was born, They put it into a Flagon; And must be Christen'd that very Morn For fear it should die a Pagan.

Now Roger struts about the Hall, As great as the Prince of Conde; The Midwife crys, her Parts are small, But they will grow larger one day: What tho' her Thighs and Legs lie close, And little as any Spider; They will when up to her teens she grows, By grace of the Lord lie wider.

And now the merry Spic'd-bowls went round, The Gossips were void of shame too; In butter'd Ale the Priest half drown'd, Demands the Infant's Name too; Some call'd it Phill, some Florida, But Kate was allow'd the best hin't; For she would have it Cunicula, Cause there was a pretty Jest in't.

Thus Cunny of Winchester was known And famous in Kent and Dover; And highly rated in London Town, And courted the Kingdom over: The Charms of Cunny by Sea and Land, Subdues each human Creature; And will our stubborn Hearts command, Whilst there is a Man in Nature.