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 But tries another style, He knows some graceful steps and does 'em— A breathing Poem—Woman's smile— A man all poesy and buzzem.

Now 's operatic pas— Now 's hornpipe seems entrapping: Now 's graceful entrechats— Now 's skilful "cellar-flapping."

For many hours—for many days— For many weeks performed each brother. For each was active in his ways, And neither would give in to t'other.

After a month of this, they say (The maid was getting bored and moody) A wandering curate passed that way And talked a lot of goody-goody.