I hope she sees Mephistopholes,
Who is passing through, from up upon my way,
Arriving possibly by early March, or sometime late in May.
Tea I took with the gang, at teatime with a pastry.
I watched her sneeze,
While sipping teas,
With Mephistopholes,
And "Bless You!" did I say!
But on the seventh day was Satan's reign,
And God has turned away.
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