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I’m not sure who the “they” are in this little poem by Edward Lear, but it sure sounds like they had a good thing going.  Maybe Lear was inspired by the beautiful quince, just like I was when I saw it sitting in the Farmer’s Market last week.  And, thank you Mr Lear – I learned what a runcible spoon is  (It’s a spoon/fork/knife type thing.  All in one handy utensil.)