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A Female Chit so small was born,
  They put it into a Flagon;
And must be Christen'd that very Morn
  For fear it should die a Pagan.

Now Roger struts about the Hall,
  As great as the Prince of Conde;
The Midwife crys, her Parts are small,
  But they will grow larger one day:
What tho' her Thighs and Legs lie close,
  And little as any Spider;
They will when up to her teens she grows,
  By grace of the Lord lie wider.

And now the merry Spic'd-bowls went round,
  The Gossips were void of shame too;
In butter'd Ale the Priest half drown'd,
  Demands the Infant's Name too;
Some call'd it Phill, some Florida,
  But Kate was allow'd the best hin't;
For she would have it Cunicula,
  Cause there was a pretty Jest in't.

Thus Cunny of Winchester was known
  And famous in Kent and Dover;
And highly rated in London Town,
  And courted the Kingdom over:
The Charms of Cunny by Sea and Land,
  Subdues each human Creature;
And will our stubborn Hearts command,
  Whilst there is a Man in Nature.