Two foxes stole two geese one night,

When the air was warm and the moon was bright:

One started west—one started east—

Their hearts intent on a glorious feast.

But alas! for the things that we hope to do!

A funny old man, with pistols two,

Came running out, where the moon was bright,

And they dropped their plunder and took to flight.

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[Pg 34]

THE TAIL OF TADDY POLE

There was a little Polliwog—

His name was Taddy Pole.

He lived within a little bog,

Beside a crawfish hole.

And all the day did Taddy play

Around a sunken log,

Until he lost his tail one day,

And then he was a frog.

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