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Then the idiot who praises, with enthusiastic tone, All centuries but this, and every country but his own; And the lady from the provinces, who dresses like a guy, And who doesn't think she waltzes, but would rather like to try; And that singular anomaly, the lady novelist—
 * I don't think she'd be missed—I'm sure she'd not be missed!

And that Nisi Prius nuisance, who just now is rather rife,
 * The Judicial humorist—I've got him on the list!

All funny fellows, comic men, and clowns of private life—
 * They'd none of 'em be missed—they'd none of 'em be missed.

And apologetic statesmen of the compromising kind, Such as—What-d'ye-call-him—Thing'em-Bob, and likewise—Never-mind, And 'St—'st—'st—and What's-his-name, and also—You-know-who— (The task of filling up the blanks I'd rather leave to you!) But it really doesn't matter whom you put upon the list,
 * For they'd none of 'em be missed—they'd none of 'em be missed!