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 Miniver scorned the gold he sought,
 * But sore annoyed was he without it;

Miniver thought, and thought, and thought,
 * And thought about it.

Miniver Cheevy, born too late,
 * Scratched his head and kept on thinking;

Miniver coughed, and called it fate, And kept on drinking.