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3. Fit the Third: THE BAKER'S TALE
They roused him with muffins--they roused him with ice--
When at length he sat up and was able to speak,
There was silence supreme! Not a shriek, not a scream,
"My father and mother were honest, though poor--"
"I skip forty years," said the Baker, in tears,
"A dear uncle of mine (after whom I was named)
"He remarked to me then," said that mildest of men,
" 'You may seek it with thimbles--and seek it with care;
("That's exactly the method," the Bellman bold
" 'But oh, beamish nephew, beware of the day,
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