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"There are canopies and canapes,"
The puzzled housewife cried,
"The former are for overhead,
The latter for inside,
And when my friends forgather
For a Bronx-if it's my treat
The canape's what worries me
Shall it be fish, or meat?"
"Ho, ho !" The busy author cried,
"I'll fix that in a hurry
I'll do a book on canapes
T
,,
o canopy your worry.
And so upon these pages
You'll find all neatly planned
The cocktail and the canape
That travel hand in hand.