In moving-slow he has no Peer. You ask him something in his Ear, He thinks about it for a Year; And, then, before he says a Word There, upside down (unlike a Bird), He will assume that you have Heard- A most Ex-as-per-at-ing Lug. But should you call his manner Smug, He`ll sigh and give his Branch a Hug; Then off again to Sleep he goes, Still swaying gently by his Toes, And you just know he knows he knows.SourceThe script ran 0.003 seconds.
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