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THE CRIME

Birds of a Feather, or Trial by Fury.

Shall exhibit its powers

To a bunch of glass-flowers,

By sticking its head in the sand."

The jury: (To the plaintiff)

"On this verdict, we pray you be dumb, Dumb, dumb! Your anger pray bury, For all will be merry,

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We think you had better succumb, Come, come!

And join our expressions of glee

Though you tried to collect a large sum, Sum! sum! Your ostrich, named Benny, Is not worth a penny;

The word for your guidance is 'Mum,' 'Mum,' 'Mum!

Your silence, though golden, is free."

The court: (Adjourning)

Loudly let the Lampoon bray! Tantantara!

Proudly bang the sounding presses! Tzing! Boom!

As upon its lowly way

This once-funny comic passes,

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