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PLAYING AT PARADISE

SHE called to me with dancing eyes,
‘We're both turned out of Paradise ;
The Tree of Knowledge was the pear,
That’s over in the corner there.

‘And, mother dearest, Cousin Jake
Was simply splendid as the snake ;
He curved about the trunk ; to hiss
He shot his tongue out, just like this.

‘He kicked the branches with his feet,
To knock us down some pears to eat,
And when we tasted them there came
An angel with a sword of flame.