A Sturgeon, Once, A Glutton Famed Was Led To Have For Supper - All, Except The Head. With Wond'Rous Glee He Feasted On The Fish; And Quickly Swallowed Down The Royal Dish. O'Ercharged, Howe'Er, His Stomach Soon Gave Way; And Doctors Were Required Without Delay. The Danger Imminent, His Friends Desired he'd Settle Ev'Ry Thing Affairs Required. Said He, In That Respect I'm Quite Prepared; And, Since My Time So Little Is Declared, With Diligence, I Earnestly Request, The Sturgeon'S Head You'll Get Me Nicely Dressed.
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