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Jingle, jangle!

Riot and wrangle!

What shall we do

With people like you?

Here's Jingle!

There's Jangle!

Here's Riot!

There's Wrangle!

Never was seen such a turbulent crew!

You, north must go

To a hut of snow;

You, south, in a trice,

To an island of spice;

You, off to Persia

And sit on a hill,

You, to that chair

And be five minutes' still!