Now this is just the funniest rogue, 

   A Brownie as black as ink, 

 And what he's doing perched up there, 

   I'm sure I cannot think. 

 He's holding his arms like a pair of sails; 

   Perhaps he's trying to fly. 

 Let's hope he won't be playing that game 

   When you and I pass by. 

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 DOGGEREL 

 Here are the strangest pair of dogs, 

   What sort I cannot tell, 

 But judging by their noses sharp 

   They have the sense of smell. 

 Their tails are very, very long,— 

   But does it really matter? 

 By the very way they stare and start 

   They're mad as any hatter. 

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