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Take warning from this sober tale
Of Aloisius Gant,
Who as a child in diapers still,
Learned how to say "I can't."
The old folks thought it cute and laughed
When Mom said "Hush-a-bye,"
And he would say with puckered lips:
"I can't, I got to cry!"
When Aloisius was quite young,
His mom would rave and rant:
Do this! Do that! You lazy boy!"
And he'd just say "I can't."
No different as a grown man,
He never could recant;
His neighbors often asked his hand,
He'd say, "I simply can't."
His wife would always work so hard,
She'd run, she'd sweat and pant.
She'd ask him "Will you please help out?"
He'd say "You know I can't."
And even when the minister
Implored him to repent,
That man would hem and haw around
And say "I really can't."
When finally Aloisius died
And faced the pearly gate,
Saint Peter shook his head and said
"You've met an awful fate."
And all those who had entered in
Took up this sing-song chant:
"We'll spend our time in paradise!"
But Aloisius can't.
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