The plagiarist hath vacated this space Yet his shadow still lingers at the place In the nose one well senses it about So oft an odor doth waft on the air Which can be veiled by visage fair The eyes are peeled they're ever watching For that person of the copyist's cloning Twill not be duped by untruthful flout This day of its appearance yet unseen Could there be a hiding behind the screen Though the master duplicator hath fled His presence is hovering over the joint Of type in image same he did anoint Within HP's walls it doth share our bed