I went to the banker,
Demanded a ten.
He gave me a twenty,
A spoon, and a hen.
I asked him, quite quizzically,
"What's this all for?"
He said, with a smile,
And a nod at the door,
"The twenty's to hasten
Your exit from here.
The spoon, so you'll eat up
Your rudeness in fear
Because of the torment
You'll face from this hen,
Who'll trail you to Hell
Till you pay back my tens."
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