The Foolish Queen Of Fairyland From Her Milk-White Throne In A Lily-Bell, Gave Command To Her Cricket-Band To Play For Her When The Dew-Drops Fell. But The Cold Dew Spoiled Their Instruments And They Play For The Foolish Queen No More. Instead Those Sturdy Malcontents Play Sharps And Flats In My Kitchen Floor.
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