Dundrearies, or Piccadilly weepers - those side-facial
hairy creepers, my hatred for them still now grows deeper.
They never made me swoon and never made me faint – only gave me feeling akin to sniffing lead paint.
Never did they throw me into fits of passion - my, how pleased was I when they finally fell from fashion.
Now naught but dread memory that makes one weary: thank you, Lord, for ridding us o’the Dundreary.
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