The woodsman went a hunting
For a tree on which to chop
Belittled by a bunting
As that cleric preached nonstop
The smallest at the gathering
Could barely make a peep
So spared excessive slathering
The woods were much too deep
And then, his robes so regal
The judge arrived in black
They had to make things legal
In case of a tweet attack.
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