I remember this one this way: I was stirrin' up a stirrup cup in a stolen stirling stein When I chanced upon a ladle who was once my Valentine. (Natural, this was a ladle that I used to spoon with.) "Oh, whence that wince, oh wench?" quoth I. She blushed and said, "Oh sir! My mama isn't stirring since my daddy's been in stir."
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