Long Years Ago, A Funny Man, Flushed With A Strange Delight, Sat Down And Wrote A Funny Thing All In The Solemn Night; And As He Wrote He Clapped His Hands And Laughed With All His Might. For It Was Such A Funny Thing, O, Such A Very Funny Thing, This Wonderfully Funny Thing, He Laughed Outright. And So It Was This Funny Man Printed This Funny Thing - Forgot It, Too, Nor Ever Thought It Worth Remembering, Till But A Day Or Two Ago. (Ah! What May Changes Bring!) He Found This Selfsame Funny Thing In An Exchange - "O, Funny Thing!" He Cried, "You Dear Old Funny Thing!" And Sobbed Outright.
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