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His hands were quick
His fingers strong
It stung a little but not for long
And those who thought him a simple clod
Were soon reconsidering under the sod
Consigned there with a friendly prod
From Sweeney Todd
The demon barber of Fleet Street
See your razor gleam, Sweeney
Feel how well it fits
As it floats across the throats
Of hypocrites