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 * And gaunt and grisly spectres!
 * He can fill you crowds
 * Of shrouds,
 * And horrify you vastly;
 * He can rack your brains
 * With chains,
 * And gibberings grim and ghastly.
 * Then, if you plan it, he
 * Changes organity,
 * With an urbanity,
 * Full of Satanity,
 * Vexes humanity
 * With an inanity
 * Fatal to vanity—

Driving your foes to the verge of insanity!
 * Barring tautology,
 * In demonology,
 * 'Lectro biology,
 * Mystic nosology,
 * Spirit philology,
 * High class astrology,
 * Such is his knowledge, he

Isn't the man to require an apology!
 * Oh!

My name is , I'm a dealer in magic and spells,
 * In blessings and curses,
 * And ever filled purses—

In prophecies, witches and knells. If any one anything lack, He'll find it all ready in stacks,
 * If he'll only look in
 * On the resident Djinn,

Number seventy, Simmery Axe!