English poem
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by W. B. Rands
Says Aleck to Alice, “I live in a palace.” Says Alice to Tim, “I don’t believe him.” Says Tim to his cousin, “I love you three dozen;” The cousin, she wondered, And asked for a hundred, Instead of three dozen: Says Tim, “You are fussing; Three dozen I love you, If that will not move you, My love I will carry To Magsie or Mary.”