| When you had left our pirate fold,
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| We tried to raise our spirits faint,
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| According to our custom old,
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| With quip and quibble quaint.
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| But all in vain the quips we heard,
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| We lay and sobbed upon the rocks,
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| Until to somebody occurred
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| A startling paradox.
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| A paradox?
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| A paradox,
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| A most ingenious paradox!
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| We’ve quips and quibbles heard in flocks,
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| But none to beat this paradox!
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| A paradox, a paradox,
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| A most ingenious paradox.
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| Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha,
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| This paradox.
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| We knew your taste for curious quips,
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| For cranks and contradictions queer;
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| And with the laughter on our lips,
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| We wished you there to hear.
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| We said, «If we could tell it him,
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| How Frederic would the joke enjoy!»
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| And so we’ve risked both life and limb
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| To tell it to our boy.
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| A paradox?
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| A paradox,
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| That most ingenious paradox!
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| We’ve quips and quibbles heard in flocks,
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| But none to beat that paradox!
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| A paradox, a paradox,
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| A most ingenious paradox.
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| Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha,
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| That paradox.
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| For some ridiculous reason, to which, however, I’ve no desire to be disloyal, |
| Some person in authority, I don’t know who, very likely the Astronomer Royal,
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| Has decided that, although for such a beastly month as February,
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| twenty-eight days as a rule are plenty,
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| One year in every four his days shall be reckoned as nine and twenty.
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| Through some singular coincidence — I shouldn’t be surprised if it were owing
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| to the
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| agency of an ill-natured fairy —
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| You are the victim of this clumsy arrangement, having been born in leap-year,
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| on the twenty-ninth of February;
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| And so, by a simple arithmetical process, you’ll easily discover,
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| That though you’ve lived twenty-one years, yet, if we go by birthdays,
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| you’re only five and a little bit over!
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| Ha! |
| ha! |
| ha! |
| ha! |
| ha! |
| ha!
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| Ho! |
| ho! |
| ho! |
| ho!
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| Dear me!
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| Let’s see!
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| Yes, yes; |
| with yours my figures do agree
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| Ha! |
| ha! |
| ha! |
| ha! |
| ha! |
| ha! |
| ha! |
| ha!
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| How quaint the ways of Paradox!
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| At common sense she gaily mocks!
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| Though counting in the usual way,
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| Years twenty-one I’ve been alive.
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| Yet, reckoning by my natal day,
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| Yet, reckoning by my natal day,
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| I am a little boy of five! |
| He is a little boy of five!
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| Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha,
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| A paradox, a paradox,
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| A most ingenious paradox.
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| Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha,
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| A paradox.
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| Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha,
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| A curious paradox,
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| Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha,
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| A most ingenious paradox. |