To a path of "Crime" is plighted, And a "funny" sign is hung upon the door;
Then there surely is expected One small bow-quite unaffected
Out of deference to bows that came before.
But there's danger in this bowing,
For a stranger, meekly plowing Close behind us, might be tempted-to our fall,
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So, our conscience being tender,
We will sit upon the fender
And forbear to rise and risk a bow at all!