• Griff@beehaw.org
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    1 year ago

    Four-and-twenty tailors went to kill a snail,

    The best man amongst them durst not touch her tail;

    She put out her horns like a little Kyloe cow;

    Run, tailors, run, or she’ll kill you all e’en now.