The Huxter
HE has a hump like an ape on his back;He has of money a plentiful lack;And but for a gay coat of double his girthThere is not a plainer thing on the earthThis fine May morning.
But the huxter has a bottle of beer;He drives a cart and his wife sits nearWho does not heed his lack or his hump;And they laugh as down the lane they bumpThis fine May morning.
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