JINGLE, jangle!
Riot and wrangle!
What shall we do
With people like you?
Here's Jingle!
There's Jangle!
Here's Riot!
There's Wrangle!
Never was seen such a turbulent crew!
_You_, north must go
To a hut of snow;
_You_, south, in a trice,
To an island of spice;
_You_, off to Persia
And sit on a hill,
_You_, to that chair
And be five minutes' still!
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