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Don’t begrudge my endurance,

My persistent trespass

On your lawn; I only want

To rap, rap at your door, and come in.

Don’t be a persnickety snob,

Hiding behind lace curtains

And swelling up with pink pride

When I come poking around.

I only want over the threshold,

No further than the front hall;

Just a few quick words, that’s all,

Then I’ll slip away without a trace.