I objurgate the centipede,
A bug we do not really need.
At sleepy-time he beats a path
Straight to the bedroom or the bath.
You always wallop where he's not,
Or, if he is, he makes a spot.
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Whether you think you can or whether you think you can't, you're right!
by John Vance Cheney
Ah, Hope, no more!
From your sweet, false art
Set free my heart;
For I know that the flake will follow
On the airy way of the swallow,
That the drift will lie where the lily blows,