A cup of sack is a wonderful cup.
Joyous is the sack and it makes one wonder,
The cup almost makes one wish for a coup.
Such a coup would be a blunder.
A fool with a sword and sack
Sack and a army to boot.
The fool will begin to pack
All his sack and his loot.
Oh, this man of shame.
What falsity, what blow
The sack and the lame
The sack is all he has to show
All that sack is for but a dime.
A dime that fills all of time.
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