There was an Old Man of the coast, Who placidly sat on a post; But when it was cold He relinquished his hold And called for some hot buttered toast.

There was an Old Man of the coast,
Who placidly sat on a post;
But when it was cold
He relinquished his hold
And called for some hot buttered toast.

by Edward Lear from A Book of Nonsense (1846)
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