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Oh! My name is John Wellington Wells, I'm a dealer in magic and spells,
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In blessings and curses and ever-filled purses, in prophecies, witches, and knells.
If you want a proud foe to make tracks--if you'd melt a rich uncle in wax--
You've but to look in, on the resident Djinn, number seventy, Simmery Axe!
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We've a first-class assortment of magic; and for raising a posthumous shade,
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With effects that are comic or tragic, there's no cheaper house in the trade.
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Love-philtre--we've quantities of it! And for knowledge if any one burns,
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We keep an extremely small prophet, a prophet who brings us unbounded returns
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For he can prophesy, with a wink of his eye,
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Peep with security, into futurity,
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Sum up your history, clear up a mystery,
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Humour proclivity, for a nativity--for a nativity;
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He has answers oracular, bogies spectacular,
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Tetrapods tragical, mirrors so magical,
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Facts astronomical, solemn or comical,
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And, if you want it, he, makes a reduction on taking a quantity! Oh!
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If any one anything lacks, he'll find it all ready in stacks,
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If he'll only look in (If he'll only look in) number seventy, Simmery Axe!
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He can raise you hosts of ghosts,
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And that without reflectors;
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And creepy things with wings,
And gaunt and grisly spectres.
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He can fill you crowds of shrouds,
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And horrify you vastly;
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He can rack your brains with chains,
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and gibberings grim and ghastly!
Then, if you plan it, he changes organity,
With an urbanity full of Satanity,
Vexes humanity with an inanity
Fatal to vanity--Driving your foes to the verge of insanity!
Barring tautology, in demonology,
'Lectro-biology, mystic nosology,
Spirit philology, high-class astrology,
Such is his knowledge, he isn't the man to require an apology! Oh!
Oh! my name is John Wellington Wells &c
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You've but to look in, on the resident Djinn, number seventy, Simmery Axe!
From the sorcerer