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 * And make each prisoner pent
 * Unwillingly represent
 * A source of innocent merriment,
 * Of innocent merriment!

The advertising quack who wearies
 * With tales of countless cures,
 * His teeth, I've enacted,
 * Shall all be extracted
 * By terrified amateurs.

The music hall singer attends a series
 * Of masses and fugues and "ops"
 * By Bach, interwoven
 * With Sophr and Beethoven,
 * At classical Monday Pops.

The billiard sharp whom any one catches,
 * His doom's extremely hard—
 * He's made to dwell
 * In a dungeon cell
 * On a spot that's always barred.

And there he plays extravagant matches
 * In fitless finger-stalls,
 * On a cloth untrue
 * With a twisted cue,
 * And elliptical billiard balls!


 * My object all sublime
 * I shall achieve in time—
 * To let the punishment fit the crime—
 * The punishment fit the crime;
 * And make each prisoner pent
 * Unwillingly represent
 * A source of innocent merriment.
 * Of innocent merriment!