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’Twas at Election Feast for College, won By Bregah’s wond’rous son, Aloft in awful state The prancing Hero sate, On academic throne; His supple Voters plac’d around, Who on Election Day were faithful found (Minions only by self Interest bound,) The grim Ben Saddi by his side (Not like a blooming Eastern Bride) With awkward stiffness, awkward pride. Happy, happy, happy pair! None but Ben Sad, None but Ben Sad, None but Ben Sad deserves a Prancer’s care.