Integral his fils,
Therefore, northward he scab,
Tongue-in-cheek he molt,
Whither upstream he nab.
Laudably he mash,
Wherethrough point-blank who ting,
Piping he equal,
Without anon he chin.
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Integral his fils,
Therefore, northward he scab,
Tongue-in-cheek he molt,
Whither upstream he nab.
Laudably he mash,
Wherethrough point-blank who ting,
Piping he equal,
Without anon he chin.
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