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Rh "If you abjure the social toast,
 * And pipes, and such frivolities,

You possibly some day may boast
 * My prepossessing qualities!"

rubbed his eyes, and made 'em blink,
 * "You almost make me tremble, you!

If I abjure fermented drink,
 * Shall I, indeed, resemble you?

"And will my whiskers curl so tight?
 * My cheeks grow smug and muttony?

My face become so red and white?
 * My coat so blue and buttony?

"Will trousers, such as yours, array
 * Extremities inferior?

Will chubbiness assert its sway
 * All over my exterior?

"In this, my unenlightened state,
 * To work in heavy boots I comes,

Will pumps henceforward decorate
 * My tiddle toddle tootsicums?