The Bandit Bunny Alphabet and other stories, Page 17

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WHAT MADE HIM GROW.

“You dirty child, O me, O my!

I do believe, indeed,

That you would sprout to weeds if I

Should sprinkle you with seed.”

“O tourse,” exclaimed the tiny tot;

“Why, Papa, don’t you know

Dat every fing on earf has dot

To have some dirt to drow?”

JOHNNY.

Sixty tumbles down the stairs,

Sixty bangs and bruises,

Sixty rips and sixty tears,

Sixty poor excuses.

Sixty bumps on head and shins,

Sixty carols bonny,

Sixty laughs and sixty grins;

That’s our all-day Johnny.

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