Found this on an old Edison cylinder recorded by Epiphany Quimble and the Madhouse Four in 1908: Come all ye fair and tender pedants, Take warning how you proof our speech-- Someone my steal your prized thesaurus And hide it quite beyond your reach. Come all ye fair and tender pedants, Take warning how you parse our graphs; Someone may seize your dictionary And try to stuff it up your aphs. Take care you fair and tender pedants, And do not count apostrophes; Mock not our dangling participles, But let us write just as we please. Anyone know the chord progression? CC
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