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THE TEA-PARTY.
There’s a smile on each lip, and a leer on each brow,
And they both are determined to kick up a row.
They’re mistaken for once, as they’ll presently see,
For D. K.’s drinking whiskey with Langstaff and me:
They’ll find the cage there, but the bird is away—
Catch a weasel asleep, and catch Doctor D. K.
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