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Rh 'My dear, I've autoptical, optical proof That he's prowling and growling at large in the land. Hear his pestiferous Clamour vociferous. Gurgles and groans of the beastliest brand. Some may regard his contortions as comical. But I've the proof that his game's gastronomical.

'Beware this obstreperous, leprous beast— A treacherous wretch, for I know him of old. I'm on the track of him, Close at the back of him. And I'm aware his ambitions are bold; For he's yearning and burning to snare the superior Into his roomy and gloomy interior." 

Such a shouting and yelling of hearty Bravoes, Such a craning of necks and a standing on toes Seemed to leave ne'er a doubt that the Tinker's last rhyme Had now won him repute 'mid the Glugs for all time.