Which One?

Mary, Mary, sweetly contrary,
Sat drinking with joy her cider.
I killed the spider, but she was sorry
He couldn’t sit beside her!

Jennifer, Jennifer, sat alone;
Her thoughts they were her very own.
I shot the vulture, circling high,
But Jen, she waved a sad goodbye.

Clarinda walked beneath a tree
And did not see the angry bee.
I stung him with my arrow sharp,
And now for me she plays her harp!

Mary, Jen, though very nice,
Clarinda is no sacrifice!

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