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The Worsted Man Embroidered with botany, Stuffed with a cottony Mixture of rags and bran. CHORUS Oh, the worsted worsted man, A most original man, Embroidered with botany, Brains he s not got any, Rotteny, cottony man. THE DOLL I m a limply limber man, A toes-made-of -timber man, And though made of zephyr, I Dance like a heifer I Only just now began. CHORUS Oh the timber-toed young man, Oh the gawky-walky man, 27
