Smiling like a Cheshire cat,
I hardly pause for breath
But spout about both this and that
And talk each one to death.

It isn’t that I like the sound
Of my melodious voice
Or seek to keep my tongue unbound
Or have no other choice.

But I believe each word I say
And so can’t say enough,
But carry on in such a way
That makes the listener gruff.

I’d gladly shut my mouth, instead,
But all these thoughts course through my head.

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