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Story 320
The Song Was Moribund
The tenor was short and rotund.
His face was red or rubicund.
His dress was tux with cummerbund.
His voice was pleasing and orotund.
But his song was so sad and moribund,
That the crowd cried, “ Refund!”
Story 321
The Ladder of Ung’s
The song sung And the bell rung
The ball flung The human lung
The sharp tongue The ladder rung
And the hat slung The cask bung
The bee stung And the cow dung
The batter swung The baby young
The vine clung The rope strung
The spring sprung The picture hung
And the split jury hung
