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RUDOLPH When you find you're a brokendown critter,
Who is all of a trimmle and twitter,
With your palate unpleasantly bitter,
As if you'd just bitten a pill:
When your legs are as thin as dividers,
And you're plagued with unruly insiders,
And your spine is all creepy with spiders,
And you're highly gamboge in the gill:
Creepy! Creepy!
When you've got a beehive in your head,
And a sewing machine in each ear,
And you feel that you've eaten your bed,
And you've got a bad headache, a headache down here:
When such facts are about,
And these symptoms you find
In your body or crown;
It's a shady look out,
You may make up your mind
You had better lie down!
Go at once, go at once and lie down!

When your lips are all smeary, like tallow,
And your tongue is decidedly yallow,
With a pint of warm oil in your swallow,
And a pound of tintacks in your chest:
When you're down in the mouth with the vapours,
And all over your Morris wallpapers
Black beetles are cutting their capers,
And crawly things never at rest:
Crawly things! Crawly things!
When you doubt if your head is your own,
And you jump when an open door slams:
Then you've got to a state, to a state which is known
To the medical world as "jimjams"
If such symptoms you find
In your body or head,
They're not easy to quell;
You may make up your mind
You are better in bed,
For you're not at all well,
No, you're not at all well, not at all well!

By Arthur Sullivan
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Grand Duke No. 11
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