As I was going to Scarborough Fayre, out popped an elf an' he gave me a scare. he asked me to make him a cambric shirt, just like the one worn by Uncle Bert. I said 'Go plough an acre a mile off the shore!' He took the hint and I ne'er saw him more Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme, And the rest of the herbs why they don't come in rhyme!
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