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With eyes blind with weeping she ran for a coffin,

But when she came back how the sly dog was laughing !
She went to the hatter’s to buy a cocked hat,

And when she came back he was shaving the cat.

She sometimes would take him for walks in the parks,
But found he for ever was up to some larks.

One day he got fighting, in which dogs delight,

But soon the dame cured him—his tail felt her bite.
One time he was poorly, but gladly I tell

How good he took med’cine, and thus soon got well.
The dame was deceived once—the dog told a lie,

And dined upon nothing instead of lamb’s fry.

One day he went skating—oh, isn’t it nice !—

The dame, whose taste differs, don’t care much for ice.
One day. he was naughty, the dame had to flog,

But now he does sums like a good little dog.

She sent him to college to learn the French accent,
But he could not catch it, and so soon was back sent.
He often had games on his half-holiday ;
Hare-and-hound, hide-and-seek, and tipcat he would play.
He can read out aloud, which the dame much enjoys,
And when he has broken, can mend all his toys.

* * * * *

Old Mother Hubbard has grown very old,

And has oft the rheumatics and violent cold ;

But her dear little doggie (oh, may none have worse !)
Proves an excellent Doctor, a Friend, and a Nurse.

— Aven aw

A was an Archer.

WAS an archer, and shot at a frog,
Who, missing it, fell head over heels in a bog.

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