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Treasured Ibis Turns Frogman

Did any of you ever dream

That your colossal marble thing

Would hold a clue to this dark scheme?

Across the Yard's green turfy lawn,

Let the hunt drag on and on!

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Mo

1957.1

My name is John Peabody Monks,

I live among white walls and bunks.

Though I was a quiet and still man,

I wrote of how College men kill man.

6. At Cambridge's leafiest bazaar

A smoker in the lurch'll

Ask for a Cuban-made cigar

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