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 His eyes are on his Horns, and when you shout  
Or tickle them, the Horns go in and out. 
Had Providence seen proper to endow 
The furious Unicorn or sober Cow 
With such a gift the one would never now 
Appear so commonplace on Coats of Arms.  
And what a fortune for our failing farms 
If circus managers, with wealth untold, 
Would take the Cows for half their weight in gold ' 
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