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66 And in cocoons that mocked the Glug The Swanks, the Swanks, the under-Swanks, The dunder Swanks lay snug. These most politic, parasitic, Critic Swanks lay snug.

Then mourn with me for a luckless land. Oh, weep with me for the slaves of tape! Where the Lord High Swank still held command. And wrote new rules in a fair round hand. And the Glugs saw no escape; Where tape entwined all Gluggish things, And the Swank, the Swank, the grievous Swank, The devious Swank pulled strings — The perspicacious, contumacious Swank held all the strings.

The blooms that grow, and, in a tow, Peep o'er each garden fence. They nod and smile to note his style Of ponderous pretence; Each roving bee has fits of glee When the Swank goes by that way. But every Glug, he makes his bow, And says, "Just watch him! Watch him now! 