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Bab Ballads and Savoy Songs by Sir W. S. (William Schwenck) Gilbert
page 19 of 168 (11%)
I do not mean a pantomimist.

It left him quiet, calm, and cool,
Though hardly knowing what a crown was--
You can't imagine what a fool
Poor rich, uneducated Brown was!

He scouted all who wished to come
And give him monetary schooling;
And I propose to give you some
Idea of his insensate fooling.

I formed a company or two--
(Of course I don't know what the rest meant,
_I_ formed them solely with a view
To help him to a sound investment).

Their objects were--their only cares--
To justify their Boards in showing
A handsome dividend on shares,
And keep their good promoter going.

But no--the lout prefers his brass,
Though shares at par I freely proffer:
Yes--will it be believed?--the ass
Declines, with thanks, my well-meant offer!

He added, with a bumpkin's grin,
(A weakly intellect denoting)
He'd rather not invest it in
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