Oh bring that bray and bray that bring
For what they know of count or king
Is not a whit of anything
Nor shall it be and never was
An ounce of sense or wit because
The clownish dolts did not know what
The difference was twixt twit and twot
One said, “I think the answer’s plain
Though please don’t take my name in vain”
But the others turned away again
And for e’er they sit and bang their heads
Against brick walls and big brass beds
And should you ask them why they do
They’ll just answer, “I doon’t noo!”

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