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And a curl down the middle of her forehead,
But when she was bad, she was horrid.
One day she went upstairs, while her parents, unawares,
In the kitchen down below were occupied with meals, And she stood upon her head, on her little truckle-bed,
And she then began hurraying with her heels.
Her mother heard the noise, and thought it was the boys,
A-playing at a combat in the attic,
A Strange Wild Song
E thought he saw a Buffalo
Upon the chimney-piece:
His Sister's Husband's Niece.
“I'll send for the Police.”
He thought he saw a Banker's Clerk
Descending from the 'bus :
" There won't be much for us!”
He thought he saw a Kangaroo
That worked a coffee-mill:
He thought he saw a Coach and Four
That stood beside his bed :
A Bear without a Head. “Poor thing," he said, "poor silly thing!
It's waiting to be fed!”
He thought he saw an Albatross
That fluttered round the Lamp: He looked again, and found it was
A Penny Postage-Stamp. “You'd best be getting home,” he said :
“The nights are very damp!'
THE lion is the beast to fight :
I'm glad I'm not a Hottentot,
The chamois is the beast to hunt :
He's fleeter than the wind, And when the chamois is in front
The hunter is behind.
The Tyrolese make famous cheese
The polar bear will make a rug
Almost as white as snow:
And Polar ice looks very nice,
A. T. Q. C.
THE Lion, the Lion, he dwells in the waste,
He has a big head and a very small waist; But his shoulders are stark, and his jaws they are grim, And a good little child will not play with him.