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Gladys Mehitable Arabelle Jane, Who never would learn to sew, Draws her needles now from a cactus leaf, And her thread unwinds from a prickly sheaf! She does it with care, and they’ve taught her to sing, “Oh, ’tis sewing I love above everything!” Her needles are thorns and they’re shining and long, Her thread is a fiber and marvelous strong: And all day long on the desert sands She mournfully chants o’er her gussets and bands-- This Gladys who never would sew!