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Oh! ye fair Ladies of Parnassus,
(Although ye are old-fashioned),
If ever in your flights ye pass us,
List to our prayer impassioned;
And find another victim-bud
To serve your superficial
Vot'ries—'twould do in wax, or wood,
Or cambric artificial.
Give it a name that nicely heads
An elegy or sonnet,
And the whole clan of X. Y. Z.'s
Will start a-rhyming on it.
