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I remember when I was a youth

We had a neighbor, a woman named Ruth

Any lie, she hated it

Never tolerated it

She'd always demand that you speak the truth 

Ruth had a husband, no slouch

Who could be a bit of a grouch

I can understand why

Ruth couldn't deal with a lie

She forbid him to lie on the couch!