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We shall snigger at things we once feared to figure

snigger at things we were afraid to figure

snigger at... things

We shall figure up days we were too down to snigger

digging out pains we felt too sharp to snigger

figure up... pains

As a little child I used to look forward to time

I was ill at home drinking hot tea with lemon

In bed read one adventure book after another

Then quite tired of fever I often used to fall asleep

And my slightly diseased brain for me created many

Fantastical stories in which I was the hero

I travelled five weeks in balloon...

... flew five weeks in balloon...

And basket swinging like ship, I'm searching in old maps

In the 1666 feet height

And among creaking ropes Baron Munchausen

Tells one more tale about Moon every night

And as I wake up the next morning fever's gone

My healed mind begins to figure up my time...

          M.I., B. III. Ps. IV, 91-110