"Mother, may I go in to swim?" "My dear, you didn`t oughter. I`ve heard of baths filled to the brim With something more than water." "Mother, I want to learn to swim." "Oh, have a care, my daughter! I fear this ultra-modern whim To lave in ale and porter." "Mother! They all go in to swim!" "Think of the aftermath, dear. Well, hang your clothes on a hickory limb, But never drink your bath, dear."SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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