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When I got upon the scale today, I weighed, by the way, |
Rather more than I want to weigh, or ought to weigh |
If one takes account of charts and age and such |
And as I sip my creamed coffee and crunch my buttered toast |
I'm considering ways to trim the fat, or chase the cat |
Or climb Mt. Everest, or forget the whole thing |
And see tomorrow how I weigh upon the scale |