Peabody Smith sat on a hill,
He was drinking his brandy,
And having a thrill,
Peabody looked out on his city with delight,
Then the mosquitoes swarmed him,
They started to bite,
He threw off his jigger and ran away,
The mosquitoes kept swarming,
They found Peabody next day,
A coroner happened to be handy,
He said Peabody lost every last drop of blood,
Filling the mosquitoes with brandy.
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