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Chow Hound Serenade
Morning, noon and night you'll find One place the Mason Men don't mind To gather and to do their share, As chow-hounds they have no compare, In taking sustenance and vim. There is no place or food for him Who would be dainty with his mess, From which it's not so hard to guess Why we do say and advocate This motto for the "Cup & Plate", "When using forks we do insist You must not spike above the wrist!"
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