Such flies do gaily flitter, 

 But when they're just a blot of ink 

   Of course they cannot glitter. 

 They flitter, flutter round about, 

   These Flitter-Flitter-Flitters, 

 O'er dewy flow'ry sunny meads,  

   The lightest, brightest critters. 

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[3]

 A GOBBLE-ME-UP 

 Weedy, greedy Gobble-Me-Up, 

   Your mouth is a fearful size. 

 Do you live on little girls and boys, 

   Or merely cakes and pies? 

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[4]

 TWO BUCKING NIGHTMARES 

 Two bucking nightmares ran out to neigh, 

 Thinking it night, but found it day, 

 So took to their heels in sore dismay,— 

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