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It made him moan—it made him groan
 * And almost wore him to a mummy:

Why should I hesitate to own
 * That pain was in his little tummy?

At length a Doctor came and rung
 * (As had desired)

Who felt his pulse, looked up his tongue,
 * And hummed and hawed, and then inquired:

"Where is the pain that long has preyed
 * Upon you in so sad a way, sir?"

The Turk he giggled, blushed, and said,
 * "I don't exactly like to say, sir."