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THE "BAB" BALLADS.
The demon gave a drunken shriek
And crept away in stealthiness,
And lo, instead, a person sleek
Who seemed to burst with healthiness.
"In me, as your adviser hints,
Of Abstinence you've got a type—
Of Mr. Tweedie's pretty prints
I am the happy prototype.
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