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"When blood is nipped and ways be foul,then nightly sings the staring owl;
To-whit,to-whoo,a merry note while greasy Joan doth keel the pot".
Of course he attributes it to "Love's Labour's Lost" and admits that he prefers John Lennon's "I am a walrus". He thinks the poem about the sperm-whale is atrocious and that Lewis Carroll's "The and Walrus and the Carpenter" is much better as Senator Rangels mustache is like that of a warlus and he's been gobbling oysters while walking on sunshine.