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That Caps It
I don't think I'm very narrow
Or particularly hicky
As to questions of contemporary dress,
It is difficult to harrow
My accustomed calm with tricky
Fads and fancies that the Fashion Hounds express;
It is true I never wear 'em
But with fortitide I bear 'em
When on other poeple's figures they are seen,
But there is one type of swanker
Who awakens all my rancor--
That's the Berry with a beret on his bean!
High-necked trousers which are pleated
I can gaze at without loathing
And I'm not upset by alabaster spats,
And I don't get overheated
At the sight of Modish Clothing,
I can even stand Collegiate cravats;
I make no remarks ironical
At a bozo with a monocle,
Even feathers on a hat leave me serene;
But I'm full of T.N.T.
And of venom when I see
Any Berry with a beret on his bean!
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