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What causes them to rustle so?
I cannot help but stop and stare
As jimmies rustle to and fro
My little horse must think it queer
As gentleman with jimmies dear
Allows a simple passerby
To rustle them, with naught a fear
He gives his harness bells a shake
With jimmies rustling in his wake
The gentleman appears unmoved
But static jimmies, none can fake
His jims I leave in rustled heap
For I have promises to keep
And jims to rustle, ere I sleep
And jims to rustle, ere I sleep