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    Zeta Chi, Zeta Chi, Zeta Chi my friend;
    'neath the elms we sing our tones �"
    We're brothers to the end.

    Muffy in the bathroom stall,
    Margaret by the lake.
    Susan down in Whitley Hall,
    Constance on the make.

    Constance Fry, Constance Fry, anytime you call.
    Constance would fulfil, your needs �"
    Winter, Spring or Fall.

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