Rebecca Grey Hewitt
Rebecca Grey Hewitt was born to a Grey
But she married herself to a Hewitt today
All the Greys in the country protested this plot
For the Hewitts were common and they were not
They came to the wedding but sat in a bunch
With eyes closed and noses up-they sniffed at the punch
But Rebecca Grew Hewitt did not seem to see
Her eyes were on a Hewitt however common I may be.
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