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A vender of balloons, a chap
In Russia born and bred,
Came ambling through the dusty street,
His wares above his head.
“Balloons! Balloons! Who vants to buy?”
He shrilly cried. “I say—”
Just then his enterprise collapsed—
The shot had come that way.