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And, disinclined &emsp;His trumpet to be blowing, Yet didn't think you'd find &emsp;A milder curate going.

A friend arrived one day &emsp;At Spiffton-extra-Sooper, And in this shameful way &emsp;He spoke to : "You think your famous name &emsp;For mildness can't be shaken, That none can blot your fame— &emsp;But,, you're mistaken! "Your mind is not as blank &emsp;As that of , Who holds a curate's rank &emsp;At Assesmilk-cum-Worter.