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Who is that cowardly Jack Horner Crouching there in the darkest corner, Behind the furnace? Look again, That is no cringing coward, when Your eyes become accustomed to The darkness of the cellar, you Will see it is no other than Philander Jones and Marian; Make no mistake, Philander’s dread Is not a Zeppelin overhead, But that rude moment when he’ll hear The beastly Siren sound “All’s clear!”