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Our dog Dash
Et the hash.
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Our dog Pete
Et the meat.
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Our dog Davy
Et the gravy.
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Our dog Toffy
Et the coffee.
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Our dog Jake
Et the cake.
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Our dog Trip
Et the dip.
And--the worst,
From the first,--
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Our dog Fido
Et the pie-dough.
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THE IMPERIOUS ANGLER
Miss Medairy Dory-Ann
Cast her line and caught a man,
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But when he looked so pleased, alack!
She unhooked and plunked him back.--
"I never like to catch what I can,"
Said Miss Medairy Dory-Ann.
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THE GATHERING OF THE CLANS
[_Voice from behind high board-fence_.]
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"Where's the crowd that dares to go
Where I dare to lead?--you know!"
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"Well, here's _one_!"
Shouts Ezry Dunn.
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"Count me _two_!"
Yells Cootsy Drew.
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"Here's yer _three_!"
Sings Babe Magee.
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"Score me _four_!"
Roars Leech-hole Moore.
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"Tally--_five_!"
Howls Jamesy Clive.
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"I make _six_!"
Chirps Herbert Dix.
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"Punctchul!--_seven_!"
Pipes Runt Replevin.
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"Mark me _eight_!"
Grunts Mealbag Nate.
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