A complacent old Don of Divinity Made boast of his daughter's virginity. They must have been dawdlin' Down at old Magdalen -- It could never have happened at Trinity. There was a young man from Dunbar Who playfully pickled his ma. When he finished his work He remarked with a smirk, "This will make quite a family jar." Concerning the bees and the flowers In the fields and gardens and bowers, You will note at a glance That their ways of romance Haven't any resemblance to ours.
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