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Wishes.

F wishes were horses, then beggars might ride ;
If women were angels, I’d make one my bride ;
But as some are quite t’other, ’tis hard to decide:
Oh, the woe with a vixen to be ever tied !

 

Three Little Kittens.

“pee little kittens had washed their mittens,
And hung them up to dry,

When a dog, just for fun, stole every one,
And made all the pussy-cats cry.

As the three little kittens had lost their mittens,
Their mother, she gave them cuffs

On the side of each head—till away they all fled,
And rolled over like so many muffs.