(after Charles Kingsley)
I once had a strange little doll, dears,
She squawked when I pressed on her sternum;
The funniest sounds in the world, dears,
Few people could ever discern 'em.
I swore to be kind to my doll, dears,
And never to leave her alone;
But I threw her away in the Thames, dears,
When she started to squawk on her own.
I found my strange little doll, dears,
She surfaced near Westminster Bridge;
And the water had not in the least, dears,
Extinguished her weird verbiage.
And now we can hear it each day, dears,
As much as a fellow can stand;
For she sits on a bench in the Lords, dears,
And squawks with the best in the land.
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