The Sage of Apple Slump

There dwelt a Sage at Apple Slump
Whose dinner never made him plump;
Give him carrots, potatoes, squash, parsnips, and peas,
And some boiled macaroni without any cheese,
And a plate of raw apples to hold on his knees,
And a glass of sweet cider, to wash down all these;
And he'd prate of the Spirit as long as you'd please,
This airy Sage of Apple Slump!
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