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DANGERS by ANONYMOUS

First Line: IF FROM MAN'S VILE ARTS I FLEE
Last Line: OF EVERY SORT AND KIND AND STATION / DAME NATURE JUST BEATS ALL CREATION
Subject(s): DRINKS & DRINKING;
If from man's vile arts I flee
And at the pump drink water free,
Observe what happens unto me!

I gulp down infusoriæ
And quarts of raw bacteria
And hideous rotatoriæ
And wriggling polygastricæ
And slimy diatomaceæ

And hard-shelled ophryocercinæ
And double-barrelled colpodæ,
Non-loricated amboedæ,
And assorted animalcula,
Of middle, high, and low degree.

For when it comes to adulteration
Of every sort and kind and station
Dame Nature just beats all creation.



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