“Walk
into my parlor,”
Said the maiden to her beau;
So
into the parlor
Walked the lover, very slow;
But
when he left the parlor
He didn’t walk, O, no;
He
went by rapid transit,
In other words he had a toe.
c.
April 26 – 30, ‘94
Boston
Courier,
Oct.
14, ‘94.
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