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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=529872" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Quintetto</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">[To the tune of &quot;Turning, turning, turning, as wheel goes round.&quot;]</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>RECITATIVE. MR. PAPERSTAMP:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Jack Horner's CHRISTMAS PIE my learned nurse <br>Interpreted to mean the public purse.<br>From thence a plum he drew. O happy Horner!<br>Who would not be ensconced in thy snug corner </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>THE FIVE:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">While round the public board all eagerly we linger, <br>for what we can get we will try, try, try: <br>And we'll all have a finger, a finger, a finger, <br>We'll all have a finger in the CHRISTMAS PIE. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>MR. FEATHERNEST:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">By my own poetic laws, I'm a dealer in applause <br>For those who don't deserve it, but will buy, buy <br>So round the court I linger, and thus I get a finget <br>A finger, finger, finger in the CHRISTMAS PIE. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>THE FIVE:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And we'll all have a finger, a finger, a finger, <br>We'll all have a finger in the CHRISTMAS PIE. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>MR. VAMP:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My share of pie to win, I will dash through thick and thin <br>And philosophy and liberty shall fly, fly, fly: <br>And truth and taste shall know, that their eve Iasting foe <br>Has a finger, finger, finger in the CHRISTMAS PIE. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>THE FIVE:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And we'll all have a finger, a finger, a finger, <br>We'll all have a finger in the CHRISTMAS PIE. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>MR. KILLTHEDEAD:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I'll make my verses rattle with the din of war and battle, <br>For war doth increase sa-la-ry, ry, ry: <br>And I'll shake the public ears with the triumph of Algiers, <br>And thus I ll get a finger in the CHRISTMAS PIE. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>THE FIVE:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And we'll all have a finger, a finger, a finger, <br>We'll all have a finger in the CHRISTMAS PIE. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>MR. PAPERSTAMP:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And while you thrive by ranting, I'll try my luck at canting, <br>And scribble verse and prose all so dry, dry, dry: <br>And Mystic's patent smoke public intellect shall choke, <br>Arld we ll all have a finger in the CHRISTMAS PIE. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>THE FIVE:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We'll all have a finger, a finger, a finger, <br>We'll all have a finger in the CHRISTMAS PIE. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>MR. ANYSIDE ANTIJACK:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My tailor is so clever, that my coat will turn for ever, <br>And take any colour you can dye, dye, dye: <br>For all my earthly wishes are among the loaves and fishes, <br>And to have my little finger in the CHRISTMAS PIE. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>THE FIVE:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And we'll all have a finger, a finger, a finger, <br>We'll all have a finger in the CHRISTMAS PIE.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Thomas+Love+Peacock">Thomas Love Peacock</a><div class=q>
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RECITATIVE. MR. PAPERSTAMP:

Jack Horner's CHRISTMAS PIE my learned nurse 
Interpreted to mean the public purse.
From thence a plum he drew. O happy Horner!
Who would n..."></div>
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