By Anonymous, '21.
It's a simple path to my clandestine cave,
(Even if the ghostly ken will it unpave).
Just don't forget to cover the eye
Lest you feel the urge to cry.
Now enjoy the same-thing stream
Of, in a wordly way, little mice.
Have a feast of meat, cake and cream;
You know you want a life of vice.
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