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Rh Haste by the draper who smirks at his door, Straining to lure you with sinister force, Turn up the lane by the second-hand store, And halt by the light bay carrier's horse.

By the carrier's horse with the long, sad face And the wisdom of years in his mournful eye; Bow to him thrice with a courtier's grace, Proffer your query, and pause for reply. Eagerly ask for a hint of the Glug, Pause for reply with your hat in your hand; If he responds with a snort and a shrug Strive to interpret and understand.

''Rare will a carrier's horse condescend.  Yet there's another way. On to the end! ''

Catch the four-thirty; your ticket in hand. Punched by the porter who broods in his box; Journey afar to the sad, soggy land. Wearing your shot-silk lavender socks. Wait at the creek by the moss-grown log Till the blood of a slain day reddens the West, Hark for the croak of a gentleman frog, Of a corpulent frog with a white satin vest.