Tell me where is Fancy bred,
Or in the heart or in the head!
How begot, how nourished?
Reply, reply.
It is engender'd in the eyes,
With gazing fed; and Fancy dies
In the cradle where it lies.
Let us all ring Fancy's knell;
I'll begin it, - Ding, dong, bell.
Ding, dong, bell
Writer(s): Jocelyn Pook
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