Needles and ribbons and packets of pins,
Prints and chintz and odd bod-a-kins--
They'd never mind whether
You laid them together
Or one from the other in packets and tins.
But packets of pins and ribbons and needles,
And odd bod-a-kins, and chintz and prints,
Being birds of a feather
Would huddle together
Like minnows on billows or pennies in mints.
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