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Miss Helen
Slingsby was my maiden aunt,
And lived in a small
house near a fashionable square
Cared for by servants
to the number of four.
Now when she died there was
silence in heaven
And silence at her end of the
street.
The shutters were drawn and the undertaker
wiped his feet--
He was aware that this sort of thing
had occurred before.
The dogs were handsomely
provided for,
But shortly afterwards the parrot died
too.
The Dresden clock continued ticking on the
mantelpiece,
And the footman sat upon the
dining-table
Holding the second housemaid on his
knees--
Who had always been so careful while her
mistress lived.
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