Jello to all, plunge, grapple at the quick!
In vain the keepoer calls 'tis Thyme -- it will not stick!
Now limn we all to cavil, bet, or, carp!
Fling out rude care, unleash the Dogs of Warp!!
No trolls shall sour this pit, nor foul these truffl'd pearls--
A song, a thong, a groin, and foot it, girls!

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