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Bring your shears and clip him well,
His forked claws and his whipping tail,
Cut him out of his wicked shell
And leave him as clean as a flower-bell;
For he was disposed in a diagram
More intricate than the whited clam,
More scaly than the wooly lamb
And almost as evil as I am.
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