As I was walkin' the jungle round, a-klllin' of tigers an' time,

I seed a kind of an author man, a writin' a rousin' rhyme;

'E was writin' a mile a minute an' more, an' I sez to 'im: "Oo are you?"

Sez 'e, "I'm a poet—'er majesty's poet—soldier an' sailor, too!"

An' 'is poem began at Ipsahan an' ended In Kalamazoo;

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