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Poets with whom I learned my trade, Companions of the Cheshire Cheese, Here's an old story I've re-made, Imagining 'twould better please Your ears than stories now in fashion, Though you may think I waste my breath Pretending that there can be passion That has more life in it than death, And though at bottling of your wine The bow-legged Goban had no say; The moral's yours because it's mine.

When cups went round at close of day&mdash; Is not that how good stories run?&mdash; Somewhere within some hollow hill,