O Tongue, Sir, thou I salute with glee - How canst I but marvel at thee? - What gloriousness thy countenance betrays, - This pinkish slab of muscle, that spotted uneven fray - Thy cuteness magnified, those movements, that grace, - With that speckled form, thy crowning one's face. - O Tongue, Sir, this but an ode be - Declareth I, how I worship thee! -
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