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Sir Brian woke one morning, and he couldn’t find his battleaxe; He walked into the village in his second pair of boots. He had gone a hundred paces, when the street was full of faces, And the villagers were round him with ironical salutes. "You are Sir Brian? Indeed! You are Sir Brian? Dear, dear! You are Sir Brian, as bold as a lion? Delighted to meet you here!"

Sir Brian went a journey, and he found a lot of duckweed;

They pulled him out and dried him, and they blipped him on the head. They took him by the breeches, and they hurled him into ditches, And they pushed him under waterfalls, and this is what they said: